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Thanks to her dreams, Kate had woken up today to the completely crushing thought that there'd be no more lazy mornings of waking up happy and clinging and sprawling, and having the familiar smell of pale graveyard boy be the first thing to register with her about a new day.
Taking that into account, it was really no surprise she'd been feeling a little on the quiet and brooding side of things after getting up. Apparently things were really starting to sink in, and maybe she was starting to sink with them.
She'd be harassing Mitchell for a night at the pub today, she was sure. Or a tiny house party. Or something. Anything to get her out of this mood.
But right now she was looking through the music collection on the shelves in the living room. That was a distraction, at least, if only a tiny one.
[ooc: NFB, open to bristolians and/or people with telephones!]
Taking that into account, it was really no surprise she'd been feeling a little on the quiet and brooding side of things after getting up. Apparently things were really starting to sink in, and maybe she was starting to sink with them.
She'd be harassing Mitchell for a night at the pub today, she was sure. Or a tiny house party. Or something. Anything to get her out of this mood.
But right now she was looking through the music collection on the shelves in the living room. That was a distraction, at least, if only a tiny one.
[ooc: NFB, open to bristolians and/or people with telephones!]
