So, the shrinks at the NSA and CIA decided that I needed to keep a journal. They're worried about my mental sanity, with the Intersect and all the issues with Jill popping back up and trying to kill me. I have to write at least 500 words in here every day for a month. Sigh. I've never kept a journal before but that seems like a lot of words.

Anyway, I'm starting on the first of December, so I'll know when I can stop. I just don't know what I'm going to talk about every day. I know they'll be reading this and looking for things that indicate I'm crazy or dangerous or something. Heck, for all I know, they're looking for reasons to put me in a bunker or change my handlers.

Well, that's not going to happen. I'm just going to talk about boring things. We'll start with sandwiches. My favorite is, of course, a good Rueben. Ahh … the sandwich of kings. It's clearly the one I'd take stranded on a desert island. Need a lot of good drinks with it, of course, but that's what makes a sandwich good.

That's not even 200 words. This is going to be harder than I thought. Well, since I'm on sandwiches, let's think about everybody else and see what kind of sandwich they would want. Ellie, obviously, would choose a nice ham and feta cheese, with sprouts, lettuce, cheese, and a bit of Dijon. She's always been into those kinds of girly sandwiches.

Captain Awesome? What would he want? Of course, something awesome. But what would he define as awesome? It'd probably be something I'd never expect – fried bananas and peanut butter or something like that.

Morgan? Well, he'd obviously pick meatloaf. At least, given a reasonable meatloaf. He's told me that for years.

Jeff? Can you make a beer sandwich? I guess if he has all the beer he can drink, he wouldn't care. Just bread. Or he'd put the grain to a very different purpose. Not that he'd survive on a desert island anyway.

Lester? He'd make it. He'd probably pick something very healthy – try to hit all the food groups. But it would be something weird. Liverwurst, lettuce, tomato, and brie or something. Oh, and onions. Definitely onions. It seems like he puts onions on everything. At least on a desert island, I wouldn't need to keep buying him gum and mints.

Anna? Oh, that's a hard one. She likes seafood so much. What kind of seafood would you put on a sandwich? Either crab or lobster, probably. I'll have to ask Morgan which she prefers. She'll probably answer crabs, just for effect, if I ask – she loves to tease like that. But Morgan probably knows.

I'll talk to him about that tomorrow. He loves to talk sandwiches. I just hope no mission or flashes or any other national emergency interrupts us. Hard to make a sandwich out of that kind of stuff.