Author's Note: It's been a while since I added anything to my Sam Carter's Diary. I've been planning this sequel for about two years but could never think of any sensible way to write it. If I'm being honest, I still can't, but I figured that if I made a start on it, then maybe something would jump into my head. So please, R&R however far I've got and feel free to suggest some small obsessions that Sam might have. If I use your ideas I'll be sure to give you some credit!

By the way, if you're reading this you'll have to have read Sam Carter's Diary first, else this will make no sense to you whatsoever...

January 1st

New Years Resolutions:

Marry wonderful boyfriend
Get Daniel and Janet to marry. Each other, not somone else, obviously
Get promoted

11.00am - Ugh. Feel like carp. Actually meant that. Not crap; carp. Feel like a carp that has been left next to a heater for three days and is starting to go all warm and gone-off smelling. Head spinning, must get back to bed.

1.02pm - How can it be afternoon already? Am far too tired and ill still for it to reasonably be past midday. Will get Advil and crawl back to bed.
1.06pm - Only made it to sofa. Cannot possibly crawl any further.

3.45pm - Woken by doorbell. Whoever it is cannot be forgiven for interrupting sleep.
3.47pm - Is Jack, love of life and fiance! Will forgive, but only because is Jack. Still cannot believe that such wonderful CO and man asked self to marry him. Me, Sam Carter, finally going to walk down the aisle... is too lovely for words.

3.50pm - Jack understands own headache, and is v. sympathetic. Mmm, love Jack.

6.20pm - Fell asleep on Jack. Have just woken up. Think that Jack was v. understanding about letting me fall asleep on him, as he now cannot feel his legs.

"You feeling better now, Carter?"
"Mmm, yes thank you."
"Good, good. Fancy something to eat?" Really shouldn't be, but am actually completely ravenous.
"Mmm, yes please!"
"I'll go get some Chinese. Be back soon."

Love Jack, for fetching food. Now will go get drinks. Wine? Beer? Hmm, think is best to steer clear of alcohol for forseeable future. Will get juice instead.

6.30pm - Have just thought - if Jack is still CO, how will we accomplish all-hallowed feat of matromony? Is v. puzzling. Cannot believe that had not thought of this before. Actually, can believe, as was probably too drunk/hungover before now to realise. Must confront Jack upon his return.

6.40pm - Jack and food! Am in heaven.

8.02pm - Jack, mmm... am in heaven...

11.23pm - Jack gone home now, has to feed his dog. Sigh. Ah well, will see him again tomorrow.

11.25pm - Damn! Forgot to confront Jack about matrimonial issues. Must do it tomorrow.

January 2nd

Awkward conversations with Jack: 1
Marriages in the foreseeable future: 0
Times almost phoned Janet to complain but thought better of it: 53

Cannot believe what horrid state find self in. Spoke to Jack. Was v. awkward. Found out that proposal was not for any definite time in future, but just for if opportunity ever arose. Am v. sad. Am v. disappointed. Am going to cry.

No, no, will not cry. Am still engaged to love-of-life Jack, even cannot marry him immediately because of direct-chain-of-command thing.

Things look v. bleak.

Would have rung Janet for girly-upbeat men-are-losers-anyway type conversation, but could not bring self to trouble friend with such problems. After all, Janet probably has mopey Daniel on her hands, as poor Spacemonkey was denied trip to Atlantis for third time this morning. Woe is everyone. World is falling apart.

Must try to stay upbeat about it all. Failing. Badly.