Room 408, Saturday Morning

Jonothon should have been packing. He was well aware of that. Tomorrow, as much as he didn't want to miss another Library shift, marked the start of the spring trip, and after the week that he'd had, Hawaii was sounding pretty bloody good right about now.

But, honestly, what was there to pack? It wasn't as though he was planning on going swimming, or anything. He'd shove a few changes of clothes into a bag, grab his guitar case on the way out, and he'd be all set for the vacation. Everything But The Monkey could take care of Joni for the week, and he didn't have to so much as twitch to worry about that part until tomorrow, anyhow.

And so, he was flopped back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling (which was something that he did very well, thank you), and... thinking. He was going to be doing a lot of thinking. Yesterday had been... eventful.

[Expecting one, but open post is open!]