Aug 06, 2006 23:55
I'm in a dorm. A Dorm... If I had my gun.
I have money. It's way to little but at least dinner is covered. I need a job... wonder if any one needs a body guard.
This room is pretty small too, a full bed and a desk. I think my colorful language helped the natives understand if I had to share someone was ending up dead. Come to think of it why do I have a diary? Is this thing being recorded or something? And why am I writing in it?
My head hurts, I'm hungry and I keep hearing some idiot screaming for Yuki. Who ever that is... That kids got some range on his thoughts.
Dinner then shields... and then sleep. I hope this place has vodka.