I wasn't even really asleep. After spending an hour trying to calm Max the fuck down, then finally giving up and putting him outside, I did what I've been doing way too much over the last few days. It's not like I've gotten a fucking bit of sleep... I just end up staring at the ceiling or trying to read all the books scattered around the room that I don't give a fuck about. And It's not like I haven't been out today or whatever. But the compound is too fucking depressing, and there's only so much walking on the beach you can do...
I hear the beads clinking together when someone steps into the room, and I assume it must be George. She's been coming and going more, especially since Daisy Adair has invaded her bedroom.
Groaning with the effort, I turn over, opening my mouth to make some crack at her about learning to knock, but the words stick in my throat. Not George. Oh.
So, I guess I'm not a complete moron, just laying there blinking at him blearily, since he's doing the exact same thing.
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Date: 2007-01-18 02:08 am (UTC)I hear the beads clinking together when someone steps into the room, and I assume it must be George. She's been coming and going more, especially since Daisy Adair has invaded her bedroom.
Groaning with the effort, I turn over, opening my mouth to make some crack at her about learning to knock, but the words stick in my throat. Not George. Oh.
So, I guess I'm not a complete moron, just laying there blinking at him blearily, since he's doing the exact same thing.