Kijani woke up at the insistent beeping of her phone alarm. She yawned, blearily wondering why her bed was so hard, and why she felt so stiff. Then she opened her eyes and realized she was not in her bed. "Oh... right." To prevent the weariness from creeping into her soul, she got moving. She got her face washed, and a clean set of clothes on, putting on makeup and fixing her hair into it's usual perfection. Then she headed out, only realizing halfway there that she'd done her face up for dirtbiking. Dirtbiking! She groaned out loud, and spoke with no one to hear her.

"You are... a creature of habit, Kijani. Idiotic, worthless habit."

She got to the KFC and went inside, the smell of greasy chicken making her stomach turn. She needed a cup of coffee, badly.