Stress Relief

 As hardworking as he was, Jumin often hated that he couldn’t rid away the stress that was getting to him.

 Silver eyes stared deeply at the two men presenting their slides from across the long table. Left elbow pressed onto the table and one hand cupping his mouth, his right hand nimbly wrote down the notes that were deemed important. A few quiet sighs and stifled groans rumbled in his throat. In all honesty, his eyes felt like fire. Faint signs of bags had long puffed under his eyes after the many sleepless nights. If this project dragged on any longer, Jumin swore, he would actually contemplate on making an excuse and throw this project to another department.

 And if that failed, he could always wear sunglasses to hide his fatigue, odd stares be damned-

 The low vibration of his phone beside the documents caught his attention.

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Today’s highlights:
The Wisterias are in bloom! and this gorgeous cat posed for me to take its picture but somehow gave me the grumpiest look!!!


rainy day!!! I had to change my lesson plan for this morning (because it involved observing and describing a campus scene and Californians are HUGE BABIES ABOUT RAIN) so instead I gave them a selection of old family photos/postcards to describe.
now I’m home again and I’ve freshened up the flowers from Bouquet Stranger and I’m gonna attempt to work on essay #2…. in bed, wearing sweatpants, because that’s the kind of day it is.