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Friday, October 20th, 2006
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1:57 pm - Dear Diary
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Things have been surprisingly quiet around here lately.
Since my return from the Daedalus, only to be accused of various vile things by That Woman, I acquiesced to the request to stay. There were multiple systems that needed checking for tampering etc. etc..
At least That Woman seemed slightly repentant for letting the cave man try to hit me. Not that it matters. I have no respect left there and shall write no more on the subject.
I have been fiddling with one of the Puddle Jumpers today. It's cloaking system is screwed to all hell. I have no idea what Donnovan did to it, the last time they took it out. Plus the entertainment system Arbelez installed is rather ingenious really. The sort of thing I might come up with. I should spend more time with that one. Perhaps I can rig the roster. Though she does give me annoying nicknames. Of course I must request they remove the entertainment system; it's completely non-regulation.
Off to bed early for once. Quiet days are rare enough I figure I should use them to catch up.
Kavanagh Out
current mood:  calm
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| Wednesday, June 14th, 2006
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1:01 pm - Dear Diary
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I was once again forced to venture into the most abhorrent (ie. totally ruined and dripping wet) sections of the city. ANyone else could have fixed the sewerage systems over there, but no, Kavanagh has to do it. Why? Because McKay is in charge and he likes to torture.
Of course I ventured stoically, especially after Captain Mara was assigned guard duty. At least I had a nice view up ahead as we walked (must fic the transporters in that section soon) a really long way. What is it with women and guns? It's just so damned sexy!
Turned out to just be a loose control crytal. Such a waste of my brilliance. I seriously hope these people appreciate their bathroom plumbing functioning properly.
If I have to go again tomorrow, maybe that spirited Australian could be sent to guard me. Of course she did aim a kick me last time we were on a mission together and then there was that incident with the comments about the protein bars and pointing a gun at my valuable person, but still. I think it's her way of showing she likes me.
Kavanagh Out
current mood: accomplished
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| Friday, January 27th, 2006
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2:10 pm - Dear Diary
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Dear Diary,
So that annoying psychologist - who still insists on calling me Gordon, even after I explained why I hate my first name and will not be associated with it - is making me keep a journal. She wants everyone to do it. Apparently it's a good way to 'vent your feelings' as she put it, without creating angst among the other staff or 'bottling things up'.
Following that theory, I think it's McKay that should be keeping a journal, not me...
Anyway, I figure it's a good place to keep track of all those things that need reporting to the SGC in future, among other things, so I acquiesced. Anything to get that woman to just leave me alone. She's as bad as Weir...well almost.
So here it is. My journal. It's stored in a separate laptop, that's padlocked, has seven different passwords and then more to get into the personal files. I still don't think it's enough, what with Zelenka and McKay running around, determined to somehow besmirch everything I do, but for now it will hopefully be adequate protection.
Kavanagh out.
current mood:  grumpy
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