PELICAN//Quarters (Ghost)[2]
I am fucking bored. It's ten minutes to midnight, and the Corporal isn't doing what he isn't supposed to do. Which is irritating since that means I can't kill him yet. He's getting on my nerves. Doc wants me to keep my finger off the trigger and keep hidden, so here I am beside Jackson's room listening in on his conversation with his girl. Dirty old man, he is. Bastard ain't worth nothing, and he thinks he's so grand and all. I feel like dropping off. Apart from food and sleep the man's on his computer living. Good thing I didn't bug the chat lines; I'd have died of disgust reading what he wrote.
Where am I supposed to be now? I observe my entries are getting shorter over the days. Seems that I'm gettting tired- I haven't slept. It's fucking torture. Still if I survive through this, I'll have Doc to thank. And the pilot. And Jackal. And that astronomer. And Mr. Magnus. Cheers!.. I'd like a drink, but beer isn't easy to get now. I'll have to talk to Doc about this. A man needs a beer every once in a while.
