A poll.

[xp_cyclops]

Since I can't in fact spend all my free time in the garage this summer, what should my other August project be? I'm leaning towards writing a small, instructional handbook. Which prospective title sounds best?

A) "How Not To Use The Danger Room: A Self-Help Manual"
B) "Welcome to the X-Men (Here's How You Survive The Experience Without Getting Culled For The Good of The Group)"
C) "Zen and the Art of Not Assaulting Your Coworkers"
D) "Scotch, Redheads and Very Fast Motorcycles: Coping Strategies From The Trenches"

Thoughts?

Comments

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Huzzah! Our walking wounded is walking. Someday soon I will not be spending eighteen hours a day in the medlab! And on that day you get to provide me with alcohol and entertainment.

Aren't you lucky.

[x-cynosure.livejournal.com]

Where do you think he walked to?

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

The circus.

No, wait, that'd be Kurt.

(You have NO IDEA how gleeful I am at the prospect of even a week's worth of normal sleep in my bed WHILE MY HUSBAND IS THERE.)

[x-cynosure.livejournal.com]

Nevermind, he is found. And asleep on my couch and I am likely going to be in the infirmary tonight.

You willed this to happen, didn't you? This what you do when you are bored.

[x-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Yeah, no, I knew where he is. When we figured out he'd gone Amelia and I decided to see how far he'd make it to test his strength, but we were actually keeping tabs. Albeit discrete ones.

No, no, no, when I'm bored I have telepathic forep Yes. Yes it is. Plotting evil machinations which result in relaxing nights out with good friends and liquor is exactly what I do when I'm bored. Well spotted.