Oh, damn. I'm actually getting sick?! Current Mood: sick
I hate mornings. They make me act like an idiot. Ugh.
Now where the hell is Reno? Current Mood: annoyed
There are times between missions when I think that being one of the Turks is the only thing I can do. It's the only thing that reminds me that I'm alive. I don't remember my childhood, and I suppose there's nothing worth remembering, anyway.
I desperately need some tea. Or alcohol. Where's Reno when you need him? Current Mood: contemplative
He never changes. I can't remember when was the first time he ever broke through my barriers. But I don't mind that. With him, it's alright.
I'm supposed to watch him - under Tsengs orders, of course - and I did. Still another one and a half weeks to go. But I don't think Tseng knows that I've always been watching him, anyway. We've been partners for as long as I can remember. I suppose Tseng thinks I can control him... But I can't.
He's a free spirit. Nothing can tame him. Not even me. Current Mood: tired