fandomtownies | Fandom Post Office, May 31

Éponine couldn't remember the weekend, and might have chalked that up to being too drunk to remember it, but talking to several customers this morning -- as well as her lack of a particularly awful hangover -- gave her a clearer idea as to why. It wasn't as if the prospect of her not existing in 20 years was unsettling; she still had a hard time wrapping her head around the idea that she'd actually already survived longer than she'd ever reasonably expected to.

So really, why spend her time thinking about it when she could just watch her cat pouncing on dust motes as they caught the sunlight through the window (which still had a NOW HIRING sign in it) instead?

[OOC: OCD-free, open! Let me know if you want a post office shift; we've still got several open.]