Since we're landed, I figure I got time t' go out, do some shoppin'. I need new clothes, and maybe a gun.

Never thought I'd see myself buyin' a peice, but if my strength isn't coming back...which it isn't, obviously...I need an edge.

Maybe a knife. I'm good with knives.

Sometimes, layin' here on my bunk, lookin' up where there oughtta be a sky, feels like I'm back in prison ( Read more... )

Not that I'm complainin', or nothin', cuz, hey...could be worse, right? I could be dead in some hole in the 'Dale...

...but howcome everytime I turn around it sounds like a freakin' Bruce Lee movie in here?

Sheesh...spacemen need to learn t' speak like good old fashioned Americans, y'know? It'd be less confusing.

I feel all wrung out. Tension? What tension.

Ok, so some parts of me are sore now, but they aren't tense....that's good, right?

*purrs like a cat*

I could use a shower...

Ok, as dreams go?

Scorcher.

Reality is, it's been a LONG time since I've gotten some sweet-and-lowdown from anybody. And I dunno when that's gonna change.

If it doesn't soon, I might end up climbin' the bulkheads.

Especially if I keep havin' dreams like that...my hands are still shaking. So are my thighs.God, I need to grab a wheelbarrow ( Read more... )