Within the studio apartment, on top of the desk sat a fairly large binder.  Within it, at least six eighty page note books clipped in the three ring binder.  Each time Two looked at the folder, lips curled into a sympatheic grin before huffing a drawn out sigh.  Long slender digits opened the bind and the few pages of notes from Cosmetology school.  Right hand reached for the porcelan cup just besides the Dell monitor and pulled out a regular ink pen.  Left hand lifted to scratch at her forehead. 

"So to put thoughts into little scribbles.  My day has been really uneventful.  Debbie Anderson, a lady who's got MS, just had another episode... I foudn out form the doctor's that she's been drinking, and picked up smoking again." 

"And  my second Client, Paul... just got sick.  So I have to wear a mask every time I see him, because apparently it's a really bad virus..."

"My job at the Salon isn't working, some of the girls don't like that I'm quiet, and I actually broke down and yelled a bunch of things to Kate, the snobby little two timer who thinks she can get away with things.  Her professionalism... is well, there's no professonalism about her.  She's can't take advice from me or any of the other girls either... God if I loose this job."

Two sat back and looked up towards the ceiling before rolling her shoulders and tapped the end of the pen against the paper before writing again.

"Wish you were here Dad, I could really use the Social life right now..."

Two placed the pen back in the cup and closed the binder.  Green hues stared at it for a few seconds before turning on the laptop...  Sigh.