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I left Horatio sleeping it off. He was a damn good fuck, once I got him to pay attention to what I wanted, and not to what he thought he was supposed to do with a woman. Give him a few more lays and he might even start to be incredible.
Went back to the Carrier for a smoke or four. I think John's right; I am turning into a big girl's blouse. Too much brooding and drinking; at this rate I'll turn into the bloody Midnighter and end up wearing an entire sodding cow around constantly.
'S just I know I could put off the end as long as I wanted, if I wanted to spend all my time wasted in Milliways. But, dammit, I want to die, just not like this. Not this soon. It's almost Christmas down there, and as much as I mock it as a stupid holiday to fool the cows into buying worthless shite, it's still bloody depressing that all of them will be celebrating, and I'm counting down to kicking the bleeding bucket.
The end is fucking nigh, and Colonel Sparks is turning into a pissant and a coward. How that's for an ironic end to the 20th century, eh?
Went back to the Carrier for a smoke or four. I think John's right; I am turning into a big girl's blouse. Too much brooding and drinking; at this rate I'll turn into the bloody Midnighter and end up wearing an entire sodding cow around constantly.
'S just I know I could put off the end as long as I wanted, if I wanted to spend all my time wasted in Milliways. But, dammit, I want to die, just not like this. Not this soon. It's almost Christmas down there, and as much as I mock it as a stupid holiday to fool the cows into buying worthless shite, it's still bloody depressing that all of them will be celebrating, and I'm counting down to kicking the bleeding bucket.
The end is fucking nigh, and Colonel Sparks is turning into a pissant and a coward. How that's for an ironic end to the 20th century, eh?