Watched The Social Network last night. Bard needs a crew team.
Waiting for Kirill to come and drive me home. but his bus broke down in Baltimore yesterday, and now its snowing pretty hard right now.
I woke up this morning, took a shower, went downstairs to eat some cereal.
Get my cereal, sit down.
He's wearing skinny blue jeans and a dirty beige jacket. I can only see the back of his head, his soft brown hair. His hands look bloated. There is a yellow and white stripped towel covering his butt, sprawling off onto the floor. His feet stick off the end of the couch, one with a sock, one without. His red leather shoes stand neatly by the couch and he blindly grasps the ground for his phone, trying to check the time.
I finish my cereal, go upstairs and eventually hear the slam of the common room door as he leaves.
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