A week passed by, but these ongoing days of Christmas break meant little to nothing to me.
The rapid influx of information kept on coming my way, I was bombarded with new things on an hourly basis, and one topic dragged another that surpassed its weirdness. But that was quickly thrown into a routine of its own, and according to Joshua who was spending most of his time at our place and being the source of the ongoing manslaughter, I was 'adapting'.
I started spending less time at our place.
My new regular destination was the school's library, it may or may not have to do with the 'Do Not Disturb' sign that greeted the students at the front door. The first time I came here, the usual inhibitors of this academic space were less than happy about my invasion of their privacy, but by the third day, they were all smiles for me.
It may or may not have to do with the increasing numbers of female students who flocked to the library.
