Wednesday, 10:30, Week 5

[dhaosu]

[ Dhaos never sleeps, well, except on certain occasions. This week has been troublesome in of itself, but he's always done well to hide it. Dhaos concludes he will be sleeping tonight when his hand twitches at another bothersome throb, and creates a line through another diagram he had been drawing. It was a layout of the old clothing store.

He 'curses' under his breath-- which is more like 'blasted' something than a real one. ]