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Room 429, Monday Evening
Apr. 14th, 2008 08:28 pmTo Reno, today had been about as uneventful as a Monday without classes could possibly be.
Except for the sheep.
He never would have suspected that another day devoted to lazily surfing the internet for t-shirts with dirty slogans could possibly turn into an attack by a flock of tiny ruminants, swarming in around his ankles and attempting to graze on his socks.
With this unexpected invasion underway, Reno did the only thing he could think of.
He put a bowl on the floor, he filled it with the last of his rum, and he watched.
Who needed the internet when there was a room filled with tiny drunken sheep to watch?
He was silently hoping for a baaaaaar brawl to break out.
[The door is open, the post is open, I cannot promise sanity, as I have slept two hours in the past 48. Again. Hooray sheep!]
Except for the sheep.
He never would have suspected that another day devoted to lazily surfing the internet for t-shirts with dirty slogans could possibly turn into an attack by a flock of tiny ruminants, swarming in around his ankles and attempting to graze on his socks.
With this unexpected invasion underway, Reno did the only thing he could think of.
He put a bowl on the floor, he filled it with the last of his rum, and he watched.
Who needed the internet when there was a room filled with tiny drunken sheep to watch?
He was silently hoping for a baaaaaar brawl to break out.
[The door is open, the post is open, I cannot promise sanity, as I have slept two hours in the past 48. Again. Hooray sheep!]
