yesterday's gone [open]

[deliliah]

If there was one thing that Delilah despised, it was being in the position of a museless mind. To make matters worse, she had a two thousand word essay on the newly elected president, Obama, and his first few acts in the office that was due tomorrow -- she hadn't even begun. It wasn't that Delilah was a slacker by any means, it was just the occasional writers block that made the clock seem even more so an adversary. However, time continued on...and her pen began to dry out from its exposure to the air. She had several balled up pieces of paper located to the right of her tiny desk located in her suite in Linnox Hall. She sat there with her pen bopping up and down in her hands and with her fingers strumming the wooden desk. She'd been at it for almost two hours. Nothing, literally, nothing came to her mind no matter how hard she tried. It was like she had been completely drained of thought.

Trying to get rid of her fustration, Delilah pulled on her light jacket, grabbed her keys and wallet, and headed towards the door where she slipped her comfortable shoes on. She knew she probably looked horrible, but Delilah just needed to get out of the area that had just previously been her museless stage. Once her shoes were on, she placed her hand on the knob and turned the handle. Taking the stairs to get a little bit of an excersise in, Delilah realized she had forgotten her laptop in her haste to get away. At this point, she felt like the character, Harry Potter, as he dreamt about Voldemort. Her head pounded and she almost thought that there should be a scar on her forehead. Laughing out loud to her stupid analogy, Delilah grabbed her laptop and began the journey to her car once more.

She wasn't exactly sure of where she was going, so she thought she might aswell call Lachlan. Disheartened when he didnt pick up, Delilah left a gloomy message on his phone and put her focus back on driving. Tuning on her radio, she growned loudly when Larger Than Life sounded through the speakers. she absolutely despised the Backstreet Boys. Quickly turning the radio off, Delilah (still trying to get the stupid song out of her head) thought of going to Myrtle Edwards Park, but she knew that walking around trails would probably not spark any ideas about Obama. So, instead, she began driving towards downtown Seattle. There was bound to be something there that would help. Delilah wasnt really in the mood to think about the new president...she wasn't really happy with what America voted. She figured that that must be the reason why she was so museless.

When she finally arrived in Downtown Seattle, she noticed right off a little tea shop. It looked warm and welcoming, so Delilah parked her beamer in the toll road and walked briskly inside of Tia's Tea Kettle. When she opened the door, she heard the doorbell ring and a strong smell of herbs hit her nose. She breathed in deeply and felt at home. It was exactly what her house had smelled like in Chicago. Her mother was a fan of all things herb like. It drove delilah almost insane, but she suprisingly missed it...now that her mother was deceased.

Delilah walked up to the counter where a smiling young lady stood and ordered a vanilla rooibos. She had actually tried the same thing at Starbucks once and was hoping to compare the tastes. Once she recieved her steaming tea, Delilah found an open sit and snuggled down into it. She pulled out her laptop from its Vera Bradley case and placed it ontop of her lap, hoping to finally have something to write about.

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