<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey Darlin', I think I have a couple of Excedrin in my desk,"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong> “A couple? I don’ need a couple. I need a shelf. Heck, I need a <em>warehouse</em>… damn, girl, how d’you <em>do</em> that? Do you have a time machine or somethin’? Leave the club at two a.m. and turn back time twelve hours? Shoot…”</strong><br/><br/>Alex went to Jenny’s desk, pulled out the packet and dry-chugged three tablets. Groaning she went to her desk and starting looking for the assignment files that had been handed in on Friday and which she’d marked Sunday morning.<br/><br/><strong>“Well, catch you at break,”</strong>she called to the disappearing grey trouser suit,<strong>“If you can’t find me just follow the trails of vomit!”</strong><br/><br/>Alex found the stack of files, tucked them under her arm, picked up her cardboard map tube and a few other bits and groaning made her way to the first class of the day.<br/><br/>At the staff lounge door she stopped.<em>I don’t <span class="bbc_u">have</span> a first class of the day, Mondays. What’s with you girl? You’re losing it. Sheesh…</em>She sat back down again, stacking the things she’d need for last period before lunch on the floor, then went off to the coffee pot, the stuff that brewed there was Pure Evil, the Spawn of Satan, but right now drinking the devil’s semen was far better than this slow agonising death.<br/><br/>While Jenny Taylor took her Human Anatomy class, Alex Bennett finished taking the registration of her class 3-C and as she headed back from the other block to the teacher’s lounge tried to claw her way back from the Land of the Living Dead.<br/><br/><em>Hm… maybe just a quick chat on the porcelain telephone in the female staff washroom… ugh…</em>