I like coffee, but not as much as some people do, apparently.

Worst part of being a teenager found: complete and utter lack of control regarding hormones. I'd give my left arm to get laid right now dammit.

Tomorrow I should go down to the shooting range and test myself; I know I was a good shot before, but I'm a couple inches shorter now and a few pounds lighter no, wait, the lack of arm probably balanced that out and I don't even want to think of what reflexes I don't have anymore. Nothing like the feeling of being completely and utterly unprepared for everything to make you totally paranoid. I'm going to stop talking about my arm now, really.

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At least there won't be any more "so what's the sound of one hand clapping?" jokes, thank god.

Anyone needs me, I'll be in my bunk.

Krycek. Leave a message, I'll get back to you.

BEEP


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