When you had the room to yourself and the holiday season was mostly over, there were only so many ways for a bloke to pass the time.
Jono had been up all hours of last night playing on his guitar, for example.
Which meant that today? He was hell-bent on sleeping in. Or, at the very least, hell-bent on laying on his back and staring at the ceiling for as much of the day as humanly possible. It was boring as hell, yes, but no less exciting than staring at the wall had been, yesterday. Perhaps tomorrow, to mix things up a bit, he'd look at the floor some instead.
[How enthralling! Tacked up with one in mind, but open if anyone wants to visit otherwise.]
- Room 408, Sunday, Afternoon