Rebecca had been all set to go for her morning run when she'd woken up this morning.
Then she'd spotted the squirrel outside her door, read the note it had in its tiny paw or claw or whatever that was called, and groaned. Really, really loudly.
So now she was marching all of her stuff over to room 322. Not just some of it or enough for a week -- all of it. And if she could beat Annie there, she was totally claiming the bed by the window and... probably both closets. Because it was important to make the best of a bad situation, or something. Whatever.
[[open post and door, naturalmente, though i'll be around a lot more in the afternoon after a couple of back-to-back midterms]]
- Room 322, Tuesday Morning