I’ve been feeling so lethargic lately, and my bed just isn’t doing it anymore. Used to be super comfortable, but now I just can’t get settled. and some of my moustache is growing in weird. it’s like these stiff hairs growing striaight out. Can’t shave ‘em, so I cut ’em with scissors, but then I start to get all woozy and motion-sicky. I looked it up on the hypernet, and it says I’m either allergic to milk or pregnant.
Elena’s got something big. “emergency” isn’t a light word I think. This rain is disgusting. I don’t know if it’s just worse or if I’m im a bad mood… maybe I need a toke? no, better not until I find out what the deal is.
Elena’s crew got hit by a corp squad? I mean, I trust that she know’s her stuff, but corp? on the west side? no way, they’d send thier own sec-forces, they’d pay off some punks or something right? I guess she’s got her reasons to suspect CynaCor… amybe because a prisoner of thiers contacted her. She wants us to get this girl out of thier warehouse in the Corridor, but I’m a bit overwhelmed by the size of it. They word with andys, so Imma call Goat and see if he’s got some EMPs on hand. probably gonna have to pay out for ‘em.
My boy Goat! hooked me up. 50 cred a pop doesn’t sound so bad, but Johnny brought me back down, reminding me that they’re still a danger to wetware. ‘salright though, not a t’ing. Apparently they’re not that bad, because some kids threw some and one went off right near me. knocke me down but I’m still in one peice.
This weather is FUCKING MISERABLE! it’s so wet. I feel disgusting. but works gotta be done. Johnny heard shots, The fence is down. I think Shit’s about get get Cray.