The first thing Lasandra did when she woke up Thursday? She was off to the town Gym where her Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu instructor gave her the Disappointed Look. They do the song and dance of promises to be better and she will for a few weeks. Months even. But the muse will put her in a choke hold. It always does.
There's a shower, a peek at her phone,
scolding at herself for peeking at the phone, and then she heads back to the Castle to her room to sleep again. Not another night at her Mother's place for a while. Not for a very long while.
On Friday, it strikes her she was missing out on
sales. Sales of wonderful Valentines things that she can save for next year and treats to nibble delicately on or use to make Easter candy. As she buys some paper, lace, heart doohickeys, and a few bags of half off chocolate, Sandy feels a touch guilty. She's usually used to giving out paper valentines each year. Always to the Singles. The Coupled are wonderful, but they've got someone to spoil them.
Oh well. Lasandra gave a big one with wire this year, even if the general populace is silent or befuddled about it. She had a good time and got the Muse to shut up.
And now? She has
things.
And Lasandra is a generous woman. It's an absolute win for everybody.
(ooc: Location is anywhere.)