Off I go...

[xp_cyclops]

I shall be spending the afternoon letting a surgeon with a South African accent rearrange my knee in ways I prefer not to think about too closely. The explanation involved cutting and scraping and... yeah, going to stop right there.

Maybe if I pout really, really convincingly, Jean will buy me an ice cream cone on a way home.

Comments

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Poor, poor fleshy ones.

[x-cynosure.livejournal.com]

Good luck. Try not to do anything unexpected while under the knife, sil vous plait.

[x-scion.livejournal.com]

Hope you feel better soon, Mr. Summers.

[x-dominion.livejournal.com]

Dear Dad,

Weather continues fine. Camp is fun but the person in charge of sending me out on potentially lethal dangerous missions has apparently turned out to be eight years old. Please let me come home.

Garrison.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

Laugh it up, Kane. Just think how much more time I'll have to tweak the training roster.

Also, one of these days someone's going to come up with a sedative that doesn't make me sick. Someday.