<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.chosenmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/DSC00812.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Damon Millican<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parker Commons 104<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Explaining his absence, planning the day<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pale blue bathrobe, black underwear<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Damon woke with a start, jerking his head off the table he'd fallen asleep at and nearly falling out of his chair. A few puzzle pieces fell from his face, having stuck to his skin during the night, and they clattered quietly across the floor. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times, adjusting to the morning light coming in through the kitchen window, and grimaced. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, and started gathering the fallen pieces while running over last night in his head. '<em>Okay... It was the costume party, so I avoided that like the plague, and started the new Impuzzleble I got last week...</em>' he thought, sliding under the table, '<em>And I was listening to Richard III, and I had a timer set to check on Tanner... Wasn't I supposed to meet someone? Hmm...</em>' His face screwed up in thought, and he paused for a moment while he tried to force something to click in his brain.<br/><br/>It nagged at him as he picked up the last few pieces and scrambled out from under the table. It wasn't until he checked his phone that he noticed the alert:<strong>Drinks at Eden, 10 PM</strong>. His heart sank a bit. '<em>... Shit.</em>' He even remembered why he was in his bathrobe, now: after his shower, he'd sat down in his robe to puzzle while he waited for 9:30 to tick by, and zoned out into the play he was listening to; he'd probably fallen asleep near the end of the play, since he couldn't for the life of him remember the last half of he last scene. He looked down at the puzzle; it was supposed to be a collection of marbles, but he'd apparently been highly inattentive to what he was doing, because about half the puzzle looked like he'd just smashed the pieces into place without looking at them. That... Would have to be fixed later.<br/><br/>Damon shoved the puzzle pieces out of the way and dragged his daily planner and phone to the table. Out came the pencil and calendar, and so began the day planning.<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Check on Jordan, 10. Lunch at Little Sicily, 11:30 (Meet owner?). Swimming, 2-4. Dinner at home, 7. Bedtime, 12:30.</span></div>That was his schedule. It didn't look nearly as neat as he would have liked, but his planner was already ripping in places from all his changes, and he had to make due. He'd also normally have names written with his plans, but he had either neglected to write himself a note as to who he was supposed to be meeting, or had lost said note in the jumble of his messenger bag between then and now. Well... At least he knew the day was already planned, he just had to show up at those places at those times, and all would be well.