(( A piece of notebook paper taped by his ship's beam pad. )) Saturday: -Get a new job. (Preferably honest work) HAHA! Got one! -Send padres their monthly cut of the paycheck. -Fly with a jet pack for the hell of it. -Fix up the space tin can before she starts falling apart again. -Get PDA fixed. Don't need to now. Notes: Didn't finish everything I wanted to, but whatevs. All I've got a surplus of around here are dusty print books and canned food packed with enough preservatives to probably make me live forever, but that should change now that I've got a job. Joined the bindle-stiff platoon today, which means I should have enough by the end of the month to send ma and pa their financial aid package. Buncha crazies and stone-faces for comrades, I swear. Well, plenty time to get some social work done on 'em. I swear to God, I'm gonna put some smiles on these poor bastards' faces. Especially that Avian in R&D. Holy shit does she need one. Met a techie Avian by the name of Taryx or something. He's cool. I'll probs invite him down for another drink sometime again. -Training tomorrow. <--- (Hey, dumbass. Don't forget this!!!)
