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Rhiannon. Revolts. It's that simple.
6/2/2004
Chapter the Twenty-First: Back on the Chain Gang Well, I'm back at Smith, where, for some idiotic reason, I decided I'd be able to cook on my own. Therefore, last night, dinner was Campbell's Condensed Soup and baby carrots. And then I made hot cocoa for myself and a person named Echo, because there was some in the 'communal' section of the spices. Ghiradelli, no less. I can only imagine what I'll be like after a nine hour workday. Anyhow, I am living in S---- House, with, we estimated, about twenty-five other people. This house is the oldest house on campus, built (not for Smith) in 1700. I think the floors might still be some of the original boards, but I'm not certain of that. There is only one kitchen for all of us, so that kinda sucks ass, but we're managing to eat in shifts. The house is apparently haunted, but I have not seen anything as of yet, nor heard anything odd except my neighbor's spoon clinking against her cereal bowl at 9 AM. I'm at work at the moment, which might shape up to be not so bad. My schedule isn't regular, so I'm not doing eight hours every bloody day, or if I am, it's a split shift. I can handle this. |
