There's so much running through my head, and No-where for it to really go. It's kinda horrible, becasue I know that the minute someone comes along, It'll all go rushing out of my head and I'll be looking even more foolish.

I dunno. I don't often do these Journal things. The only updates to make are~

I'm Ill with god Knows what, and not even Buckleys will stop the cough. And there are no frikken doctors on this rock who have enough time to help.

The Radiation burns across my cheeks and forehead are peeling, looks like they're clearing up nicely. Last time I take off the Helmet. If it wasn't for the particulate mask and the saftey goggles, it would have been worse.

I like someone. Like like. And I'm going to be all vauge and stuff. Becasue it's Mysteeeerious. Too bad I really don't think the feeling is mutual, derrrrrrr.


Other then that, I've been sitting on my ass for weeks, and making mainland runs on a regular Bassis. Except this weekend, gorramit.

Maybe I should move back over there...