Current mood:	tired
Entry tags:	inactive - moira hrimharisdottir, misha loganovich, team - x-men

A celebration of sorts
Getting inched back a little ways from a throne was a reason to celebrate. Though he would do his duty if it came to that, Mikhail's engagement was a little relief from the possibility sneaking up on him.

Misha celebrated by not going to Disneyland. Instead, he spent a few therapeutic hours at a favorite bar playing pool and chatting up the barmaid over plenty of beers. The party continued outside in the back when a couple of guys thought he might be drunk enough to roll and learned that alcohol didn't stop his muscle memory from kicking in or kicking back. The party ended an hour before dawn when he left the barmaid's place and returned to the Institute.

After a hot shower, he pulled on a pair of old shorts, shoved a dvd into the player and kicked back on his bed as the opening credits to a B horror movie began.

Still not sleeping. Still not using vodka as a sleeping aid. Still working the professor's program to make sure he wasn't a danger to his family.

Sleep would be good, though. The nights were pretty lonely and he didn't have enough to keep him occupied. His side of the family needed sleep and embraced the concept wholeheartedly. The sleep gene might be linked to the cooking gene. Maybe he should get a pet to keep him company.

Only a couple of hours until his next session with the professor. Then a workout to see if he could tire himself out enough to get a couple of hours sack time. He'd see who was around the training rooms to spar with and get a good, old-fashioned workout.