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Room 301, Monday Afternoon
Nov. 3rd, 2014 06:04 pmIsabelle was having trouble focusing.
She didn't even have anything in particular that needed her undivided attention, so it shouldn't have been a problem. But it was annoying. She didn't like moods like this. What was the point of not being able to get lost in doing anything? Ugh. And she'd already been down at the gym training, too. And both her closets were as organized as they were going to get. And she didn't feel like shopping.
So, this was how you ended up pacing around the room like a caged animal. It was not a good look on her.
Maybe she needed to go for a run or something.
[ooc: Open post, open door!]
She didn't even have anything in particular that needed her undivided attention, so it shouldn't have been a problem. But it was annoying. She didn't like moods like this. What was the point of not being able to get lost in doing anything? Ugh. And she'd already been down at the gym training, too. And both her closets were as organized as they were going to get. And she didn't feel like shopping.
So, this was how you ended up pacing around the room like a caged animal. It was not a good look on her.
Maybe she needed to go for a run or something.
[ooc: Open post, open door!]
