Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 28, 2011 19:51:48 GMT -5
"ADHD medication does that. Limiting the thought is always a horrible thing. As for the cop outs, yes, they are my favorite thing. They are the easiest to use, and easiest to leave in the place of conversation topics that doesn't help the current situation."
With a shrug he started to walk down to his office. He was in a mental conflict now. He rubbed the back of his head, hunched over as he puzzled over many things at once. He had to get this work done... and so far, he didn't feel like working. Maybe he just needed his snack. He was hungry. He couldn't think on an empty stomach--let alone take medication in such a state.
Post by Emmer Brighton on Sept 28, 2011 19:57:34 GMT -5
Emmer sighed and gathered up her bag, slipping the straps back on to her shoulders. She'd have to get back to class soon. She only had one more hour yet.
"Sometimes things you don' think'll help end up helping in the end.." She shrugged, padding off in the opposite direction, back towards the school.
She hoped her english class would be interesting. Maybe they'd start to actually read novels instead of these boring essays they'd been writing. Who was Jane Schaffer anyways? And why the hell was her writing method so piss-ass boring? What made someone come up with things like that? She was a little hungry too. Pizza sounded good. Pizza and peach vodka. Yeah. She'd go by the store and get some and eat in her room tonight. Maybe there'd be something decent on TV.
Emmer curled her fist tightly around the card in her hand. Get all the journals together. Take them to the cop out doctor. Yeah.