I really need an office of my own.

I seem to have a long list of people to call into it, after all.

Maybe I can get one of those really nifty wood and semi-precious stone inlaid globes. And one of those DNArt posters, hung and framed.

And I really am going to dangle someone from a tree, if this keeps up.

( 'It was necessary to fire the gun once after acquiring it.' (Forge) )

Jean is, at the moment, unconscious down in the medbay for an hour or so. She will have a large headache when she awakes and be very cranky because she is in pain and just did something really stupid.

( 'She wouldn't. Not B, not t'me. She said she hadn't. Don't you /dare/ try an' turn me against her!' (Rogue) )

( The ailing Jean has a plethora of visitors. And gets some work smuggled up to her. )

I've really had too many thoughts going through my head to sit and write a proper journal entry for a while, because sitting and writing it would require spending more time thinking about just what thoughts are public, which are private, and which are for various levels of friends groups. And since my personal thoughts don't come all neat and ( Read more... )