FTEC, Friday (14/1)
Friday, January 14th, 2011 01:01 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
The clinic was out of toilet paper. John couldn't even begin to fathom what had led to that dire situation, but his awkward attempts at hailing the nurses hadn't exactly brought relief. He sighed, hanging forward over his laptop.
Maybe there was an online company somewhere who delivered...?
Whatever the case, he was fairly sure he was spending his lunch break back at the hotel, where at least generally the manager would let you know if something had just gone impressively pear-shaped.
He was also fairly sure that this wasn't going on his blog.
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Maybe there was an online company somewhere who delivered...?
Whatever the case, he was fairly sure he was spending his lunch break back at the hotel, where at least generally the manager would let you know if something had just gone impressively pear-shaped.
He was also fairly sure that this wasn't going on his blog.
[[ open! ]]