Been a while, again...

[x_cannonball]

Guess this thing's just the last thing on my mind most of the time. Haven't had much to talk about, that's the thing.

Classes are going well. Training's been going better; this whole steering thing's getting to be instinct, rather than an effort. (Guess that spells progress.) Been reading some interesting stuff (history, mostly) in the evenings lately. Trying to sort some stuff out in my head, which is going about as well as can be expected, I guess...

..yeah, that's about it. Going to try and be a little less antisocial now, I promise.

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[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

If I'm not allowed to be a hermit, cowboy, neither are you.

[x-cannonball.livejournal.com]

Hey, now. I'm not being a hermit. I'm just rediscovering the joy of my own company. Something like that.

Yeah, okay, so I'm being a hermit...

[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

Takes one to know one. *grins* Yeah, you are. Now that you're starting to poke your head out, you might have to be a little social. Want to drop by for dinner some time?

[x-cannonball.livejournal.com]

That'd be nice, Marie. (Don't let me talk myself out of taking you up on it?)

[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

If you're going to talk yourself out of chicken-fried pork chops, mashed potatoes, cream gravy, biscuits, candied sweet potatoes, and pecan pie with vanilla ice cream, you go right ahead, Sam Guthrie. It's on your conscience. *grins* But I think I might have to send you down to Hank on account of you being terribly unwell if you do.

[x-cannonball.livejournal.com]

...now you're just making me homesick.

No need to bother Hank. Just tell me when and where to show up, Marie. (I even do dishes.)

[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

I win. Dinner, tomorrow night, Room 219.

(Didn't mean to make you homesick, just hungry.)