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Room 217, Sunday Afternoon
Jun. 21st, 2009 01:43 pmThis was one of those days that was just exceedingly hard on Savannah. It never got easier and it never ceased to make her curl up and cry by the time night fell.
That would be why she had thrown herself into cleaning the room and it really was the cleanest that the dorm room had probably ever been. The floors and surfaces actually shined after she was done with them.
She made the calls to Lucas, Benecio, Clay and Jeremy to wish them all a happy Father's Day, and then...
...and then she settled on the ledge by the window with her sketch pad.
This day always caused her to be in a state of depression and she was trying to combat that with her art work.
[[OOC: Open for visits, phone calls and obviously the boyfriend. SP as I am also cleaning.]]
That would be why she had thrown herself into cleaning the room and it really was the cleanest that the dorm room had probably ever been. The floors and surfaces actually shined after she was done with them.
She made the calls to Lucas, Benecio, Clay and Jeremy to wish them all a happy Father's Day, and then...
...and then she settled on the ledge by the window with her sketch pad.
This day always caused her to be in a state of depression and she was trying to combat that with her art work.
[[OOC: Open for visits, phone calls and obviously the boyfriend. SP as I am also cleaning.]]
