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! ]]

Completely unaware of any interesting, bizarre, or potentially frightening things going on outside the dorms, Cal had settled in front of his typewriter on his desk, reached out his hands, interlocked...you spend six hours in a mind-numbing hospital and have an eight hour opening shift to look forward to the next day. That said, post is like door: OPEN, although I may be a tad on the slowish side ]]