Room 415- Thursday afternoon

Yesterday Gwen had had her little freakout. Today she was fine. This was not repression or ignoring her problems or anything, either. She was just okay now that she got it out of her system.

In fact, today she had a project. She'd been thinking for a while that she wanted to paint her room because "student dorm" was a boring look, so this afternoon she'd gone to the store and gotten some paint, ripped apart some trash bags to cover her stuff, opened the door and window for ventilation, and started painting the walls of her room black.

Shhh no one tell her this was probably a bad idea.


[Open door, open post! Usual work SP warning in effect!]