There are moments when I stare at myself in the mirror for so long that the shapes of my face seem to jump off of my body and float before me. The triangle of my nose. The ovals of my eyes. They float and I stare and stare and stare until I'm lost in something that is not me but is me and is a part of me ( Read more... )

Mom, Skinner, and Charlie were here tonight. I wish I could have eaten more of the dinner Mom cooked - the two bites I could stomach were just delicious. But then it all started tasting like metal and chemicals and it was all I could do to keep it down. I watched her collapse just a little inside and saw the hand Skinner put on her back when ( Read more... )

We're home ( Read more... )

( I didn't expect this one. )

( if in 2012, Bill Adama shows up with a fleet of ships ... )

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