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Room 121, Thursday Morning
Jun. 15th, 2006 09:57 amThere was something Xander was supposed to do when he woke up, and this time the fuzziness wasn't because of weekend weirdness, it was just tied into the whole unpleasant "waking up" concept. He stumbled around the room for a few minutes, feeding Jeremiah, brushing teeth, and doing other wakey-up things, before he finally remembered his conversations with Parker and Callisto last night. (And the one with Bridge, but bears didn't seem to have any direct relevance to the issue, even this early in the morning.) He was supposed to be trying to track down the weekend weirdness by checking his outgoing mail.
...*blink* ...*squint trying to read own bad typing*...*blink more*...*facepalm*
Right. Damage-control. If such a thing was possible.
( Dear Willow: )
No more than a few minutes later, a reply appeared.
( Dear Xander: )
Xander sighed, flipped up iTunes and put it on shuffle, then started downloading Sunday and Monday night's radio shows to see if they could give him a clue to anything else he might've said or done while truthified.
[Door's open, if anyone feels like wandering by.]
...*blink* ...*squint trying to read own bad typing*...*blink more*...*facepalm*
Right. Damage-control. If such a thing was possible.
( Dear Willow: )
No more than a few minutes later, a reply appeared.
( Dear Xander: )
Xander sighed, flipped up iTunes and put it on shuffle, then started downloading Sunday and Monday night's radio shows to see if they could give him a clue to anything else he might've said or done while truthified.
[Door's open, if anyone feels like wandering by.]
