H is my buddy from class. Kind of sleepy, good-natured GM.
He's decided that his new word is, "Monday." As in, "What the Monday." "Son of a Monday." "My card's all Mondayed up."
Because, honestly, Mondays are rough. Everyone's spent the weekend trying to forget that they live on base (we're proud to be Navy, we're just not so keen on the living situation sometimes), having fun, forgetting about class and all the military trappings - and then we get up at five a.m. for a Personnel Inspection and head off to try to reengage our minds with material that half of us haven't touched since Friday (and weekends are LONG in our mentality, for how much we stuff into them), for one of the two longest days of class. Everyone's tired, and struggling, often cranky.
So, R takes an issue with H's word, claiming that it's stupid, comes over to make a nuisance of himself.
Grins up at R. "Monday off."
This one could actually last. :D
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