May 07, 2005 00:17
I was doing my occasional "think longingly of the fact that anyone can work in Antarctica" thing, and suddenly began to wonder.
Did they bring food service personnel to the Pegasus galaxy? I mean, they must've. They were setting up a base. And, while I'm sure that some of the military guys could do it, they're usually needed elsewhere.
So now I'm just picturing how you would try and find food service people to give security clearance to. And what their days would be like. I mean, really.
Dear Diary:
Ran out of processed cheese slices. Predict a riot when we serve the last of the tomato soup tomorrow.
Had Wraith in city today. Very annoying, as reduces valuable time for making meatloaf. Hid with Jake by fishing pond underneath kitchen. Found strange squid-like creature. Will cut up and cook tonight, and mix into the powdered eggs of the man with the ponytail who always complains about the lack of fresh fruit. If he isn't dead by morning, will figure out way to work into meatloaf recipe.
On subject of fresh fruit, Mary says we can start work on the illegal hydroponics garden with her smuggled seeds come Monday. Along with the produce, we're going to make a killing with that coffee plant.
Yours,
Sue
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