yoga sandal

Crashed landed on Earth and all I got was this rad shirt from the back of Coran’s minivan.

[muttering to herself in the library, hair looking like an actual bird’s nest with a few pens and pencils holding up the curly, greasy mass, wearing yoga pants and sandals. Surrounded by empty coffee cups stuffed with the wrappers of various vending machine snacks, she looks like she’s been sitting in the same spot for 24 hours. Which she has.] Wh-this? No, no I’m fine, just getting some work done. All weekend. With no sleep.