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Guess where I am!

If you said "Under the electric blanket" you guessed right!

I'd like to be working on J&E, but the flashdrive that contains it is in the other room and I am prisoner of my bed. So I've been worldbuilding for Lo Boeshane instead. This science fiction stuff is hard work.

On the other hand, some of it is a lot of fun. In an orientation email from Quantico Station to Cadet Lo:

FleetJournal: Your secure-server journal and social network during Fleet Officer Training. Cadets of any level found using a secure-server journal outside of Fleetnet will be appropriately disciplined. Please be aware your public communication is monitored. Private communication falls under the Free Privacy Ordinance of 4829 and is not monitored.

Five gets you ten that the majority of FleetJournal private communication is used to organise parties and sexual rendesvous. The rest is music piracy and porn.

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I'm at R's place; he's having a bad day so I swung past the bodega (for OJ) and Byron's (for dinner) on my way.

I think you all should know that watching R eat a Byron's Italian Beef sandwich (with both hot and sweet peppers) without the aid of cutlery is one of the most astounding, disturbing sights the natural world affords.

Fortunately, R's contribution to the picnic is beer and The Office reruns.

("How do you tell someone you care about, deeply...'I told you so'?")