Room 417, Tuesday night
Sep. 19th, 2006 09:34 pmThe babbling from the animals has kind of turned into a white noise that Jaye can almost ignore. Almost. She gets three words into an E-mail before she realizes she's spending more time shushing them than she is typing anything, so she closed the computer and decides it can wait until she's like, living in a cabin in the woods or something.
Ooh. That's an idea.
[For Alec.]
Ooh. That's an idea.
[For Alec.]