Bobby Drake's Journal
Monday, March 24, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
8:22AM
Billy's coming down with something. Someone go make sure the kid at least takes something for his fever, would you?
Thursday, January 24, 2008
5:24AM
Muscles I didn't even know I had ache.
Class may not be hard, but Sean's going to be the death of me.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
3:20AM
I'm sure just about everyone's figured it out by now, but:
Hi, honey(s) - I'm home.
I'm working with Black Air and taking another class, to be applied toward my B.S. Because you know if anyone out there needs a BS degree, it's me. My schedule'll probably pick up next term. For this one, my main activity's going to be annoying the snot out of everyone too slow to get out of my range.
So, hey. How's it going?
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
1:04PM - Introduction
He'd gotten in last night. It was late enough that by the time he'd sketched out his situation for Warren and Sean, gotten himself enrolled in classes for a term that was hours away from starting, and found a room in the Black Air wing, he was ready to pass out.
When he woke up again, he hit the ground running. Classes and teammates, familiar faces and new ones. He'd spent 18 months in New York, working and living. It was almost like he'd never been gone at all.
He kind of hated that.