My name is Josiah Rookwood, citizen of Earth, member of the Tau'ri, eater of spaghetti. And though this journal will never leave the locked desk drawer of my private quarters, you should know that much of the information contained it in is CONFIDENTIAL, top-secret, eyes-only kinda stuff. So unless you have the proper security clearance to be down here on level 25, standing in my room which should have been locked, you should be thinking about getting the Heck out of dodge but fast, because lots of heavily armed security guys are on their way to take you down.

That being said, herein lie the personal musings and archived accounts of some of my history, saved for posterity in the event of my death and/or sudden fame.

Monday, April 21, 2008

a Day, in Two Movements

Today I woke up in my own bed for the first time since setting foot on base. It wasn't the glorious, restful, peaceful experience I'd long dreamed of. Air Force mattresses leave much to be desired, and I'm considering getting a lift to a camping store for an air mattress to go over top it later today. We shall see - I've gotta put in some time on that translation. And check in with Molyneux re: the RSP key. And find Silverhawk to ask her something about my report. And figure out which songs on my iriver would best educate young Sean of the hideous taste. Related to that, I've gotta make a note to get Glo to get Harriet to fuddle through my things and find my laptop. I hope she and the lads haven't donated all that junk yet. Some kid's gonna get a terrible piece of junk with my whole music collection and every episode of M*A*S*H on it. What a horrible fate.

-8:39 am

So Randi and I had lunch again today. She's one of those people I enjoy watching, thinking about her reasons for things. The usual question - why she chose to wear what she did - doesn't really apply, since we're all strutting around in doofy-looking army stuff. But everything else stands. Why's she choose that for lunch? What's going through her mind when she looks away to formulate answers to my questions? I know how this sounds, future-self-who-may-read-and-not-clearly-remember, but I'm not falling for her. Remember, we did the same thing with that inmate, that time in Prison Ministry? And he was a guy. It's the same thing.

She's fascinating.

Anyway, so we had lunch and I watched her speak and eat and think about things. She really listens - one of those people who actually hears everything you say before thinking about her reply. It's nice. Something I've tried to do all my life and usually fail at. Oh, she's also really perceptive.

All right, enough about her.

Translated - well, formulated transcription anyway, most of the day. I thought I was close to done, but it turns out that t->k only sometimes, and I've yet to figure out the rule for when it doesn't. So I started translating, but it's slow-going.

Didn't get around to meeting with Silverhawk today, and didn't get around to getting out for that air mattress. It wasn't even really that bad, separated now by space and time. I was probably just grumpy earlier.

Tomorrow, I plan to go outside and explore a bit. We'll see how that works out.

-11:54 pm