redeyesummers (redeyesummers) wrote in marvel_my_way, @ 2011-08-21 08:44:00 |
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Current mood: | stressed |
Stretched Thin
Fun party Bobby threw...wish I'd had the chance to talk to him more, and find out what his beef is with me. Or not-me. Whichever.
But the party is over, and now Scott's back in the office. Alone. With a never-ending mountain of paperwork.
Bills, mission reports, progress reports for the kids, requisition forms from the tech lab, grocery lists, more bills...How did the Professor manage to balance all this and keep himself from going completely insane?
His hand goes to his temple, feeling yet another migraine creep up on him. He could get rid of it easily...the pressure behind his eyes could be released with just a lift of his shades...he can feel the curve of his glasses' temple arms under his massaging fingers, all it would take is a simple lifting motion...
NO.
Scott forces his hand down to his desk drawer, pulling out a bottle of water and an over-the-counter painkiller. Downing the pills, he leans back and rubs the bridge of his nose.
What the hell was I thinking?! My self-control's better than that! I could have blown out the wall just now...and out of what? Stress?
What's wrong with me?!
Shoving himself angrily away from the desk, and its piles of forms and grades and papers, Scott goes to the bay window and practically throws it open, feeling the late-fall air wash over him.
Something has to give, or I'm going to snap, and then I won't be any good to the team at all.