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Room 223, Tuesday Afternoon
Aug. 25th, 2009 02:06 pmWith no classes and Fiona a cat, Tara's last few days had been quiet. She wished she could say she'd done something useful with them, but it had mostly been reading -- there was a new Juanita Drake, Werewolf Killer novel out -- and trying to drive the non-Fiona cats insane with string and catnip.
Finally done with the book, she turned on her computer and logged onto a Wiccan website. Most of it was henna-and-spice-rack stuff, but one or two of the people on it knew what they were talking about and could spell, which made it the least depressing message board she knew of.
Her room door was open even though she wasn't expecting company.
[OOC: Open post! I just realized she hasn't been around in a while.]
Finally done with the book, she turned on her computer and logged onto a Wiccan website. Most of it was henna-and-spice-rack stuff, but one or two of the people on it knew what they were talking about and could spell, which made it the least depressing message board she knew of.
Her room door was open even though she wasn't expecting company.
[OOC: Open post! I just realized she hasn't been around in a while.]
