Day 21, Personal Journal Entry
It worked. No puddle of goo-ness. I can't begin to explain what it's like to "hear" the city, either. It's like I'd been listening to a radio not quite tuned to a station and now it's tuned in.
Carson acting weird around McKay again. It's not my place. I keep telling myself that, but, damn, sometimes I just want to strangle the asshole.
Flying lessons tomorrow. Have to pretend I've never been in a pilot's seat before. Fun times.
Day after tomorrow, Carson and I are going fishing, assuming no major horrors between now and then that one or the other of us have to deal with.
Carson acting weird around McKay again. It's not my place. I keep telling myself that, but, damn, sometimes I just want to strangle the asshole.
Flying lessons tomorrow. Have to pretend I've never been in a pilot's seat before. Fun times.
Day after tomorrow, Carson and I are going fishing, assuming no major horrors between now and then that one or the other of us have to deal with.