I'm not a hardship. I'm awesome.

After hanging around Mitchell's office and going to her only class of the day, Kate had come back to her room and was actually doing some homework for once.

Funnily enough, it looked exactly like lazing about, as it consisted of googling around for films or books that she could connect to haptephobia. It wasn't really hard work; there were many things that could easily be linked to a fear of touching.

She was also trying to figure out a good time to go back home for a bit. A weekend, most likely. She hadn't seen her family since Christmas, and she was starting to feel it. Still somehow used to having them around and annoying her all the time. So, a trip back was in order. Actually having to be with them would make her remember why she'd decided to leave in the first place.

All this thinking was taking place on her bed with her laptop in front of her, of course. Kate only ever used her desk for storage purposes, or so it seemed. And, for a change, she wasn't snacking on anything. There had been cake, come on. She had limits.

... Also, she just hadn't had the energy to go out and get anything.

[ooc: Open door and post! I've been craving Sacher cake since yesterday.]