It was a Sunday and Cal hadn't made it to the gym. He could easily pull up the excuse that he knew that a cheerleading party had taken place there and it was probably in the after-spell of such things...why he was such a fuck up. And then, all too quickly, remembering exactly why. [[ door is open; someone is expected to come around, but anyone's welcome to show up before her in the timeline! ]]

Cal was considering that maybe he should use his free time to actually go do something today (especially since he did, in fact, have things to do. Or, rather, someone to talk to, but his preference seemed...when he figured out exactly what those thoughts were , but it didn't seem like that was going to happen for a good, long while. Well, at least he wasn't blue anymore. [[ open door, open post! ]]

Well. Last weekend had been...interesting. Cal had to admit that he was a little surprised at how well he was taking things; for the most part, anything truly detrimental he had done, he had done while...in anything even remotely bizarre this weekend. Anything beyond being his own grandfather. He'd talk about that one, because it was just hilarious . [[ as the door, so be the post! Open! ]]

Yesterday had been so busy and, in many respects, a success, so Hermaphroditus felt absolutely no regret in just lavishing about in the...well, it wasn't exactly a luxurious room, but he had fixed that... Hermaphroditus felt no stronger inspiration than when he flipped the tape over to the B-side and got all good and teary eyed over Sand Castles in the Sand . [[ door and posts are open! ]]

After what he'd done late last night, it would have been impossible for Cal to have gotten any sleep. He went through the motions: brushed his hair, brushed his teeth, changed into comfortable pajama pants...door is closed, but knockable, as post is very open to anyone who might want to stop by, for roommate complaints, for the eventual cancer that will come and live in Cal's chest, you know, whatev. ]]

The productiveness of Cal's day stretched fairly far and wide and, after going through a few cigarettes to think about it with the perspective that he wasn't the only guy in this place with their written...I couldn't get any writing done with your music so loud. I finished it. The last part. I'm sorry. --C.H.S. " [[ establishy! Unless you've really got a reason to run into him at this hour ]]

After a bit of organizing that was mostly just fidgeting and wasting time, Cal finally decided, loosing the tie that he had worn specifically for this cause, to sit down at his desk, in front of his Underwood...fiction, entirely different. So far, it involved a war and a lot of blood. It wasn't very good. Homer, he wasn't, that was for sure. Well, not yet, anyway. [[ door and post are both very open! ]]

....there's a war!" Then I told her I had cramps and that I'd be right over. With that final dancing of fingers on the keys of his Underwood, Cal let out a long, heavy sigh, collapsing under the weight...fingers in distracted thought on the stack of papers, shook his head, and went back to binding them. [[ door and post are open, although I don't have much longer before crashing, so sp would be love ]]

With his sleep schedule still feeling like it had been blown all the way to left field by staying up all night, Cal, careful to remain quiet and working by minimal light so that he didn't disturb his roommate...at the ceiling, knowing that sleep would elude him for a good while now. [[ Establishy, as I'm going to bed soon, although if you don't mind waiting until tomorrow for pings, by all means... ]]

Sing, O Muse, on an utter and complete lack of foresight. He'd spent the morning feeling quite good about his planning that landed all of his workshops at the end of the week, but Cal was now discovering...of Shakespeare. bhn jg jgbhngbhn y gbvhn. ...Nope. Cal sighed again. [[ yeah, door, post, they're open, come on in. This is me making a good, productive time of my day off! *thumbs up!* ]]