Office Hours, Friday

Steve had spent yesterday with his apartment under siege, and hadn't exactly slept...at all. But that was fine, he could go a lot longer than twenty-four hours without sleep. He'd gone over a week in December of '43. He hadn't enjoyed it, but he'd done it.

Of course, one thing the war had in its favor was a distinct lack of creepy dolls.

He was drinking coffee today, even though the caffeine did nothing, and doing some research on the computer to make sure the next time he picked a movie that was relevant to the class, it was also one that was appropriate for the class. That had definitely been a research fail.

((Open office hours are open!))