Doctor's Log
August 29, 2004
Low Light came in today for a few cracked ribs, a broken nose (He'll have a lovely crooked nose after it heals.) and a black eye. That means he'll be here a few days. Great. At least he won't be in here as long as Beach Head and Gung Ho. Leatherneck also dropped by to visit them.
Beach Head and Gung Ho still smell slightly of perfume, they couldn't get it off. Leatherneck and Low Light spent about an hour making fun of them. In the midst of this, Gung Ho, Leatherneck, and Low Light somehow decided that Beach Head and Covergirl were perfect for each other. The three would be matchmakers spent most of the time trying to hatch a plan to get the two together, to Beach Head's loudly voiced dismay. They've named their plan Operation CGBH. I have visions of this backfiring a hundred times over.
I'm not sure if I understand this match up. All the two of them do is argue and fight, it's like a little war between them. However, the three of them are convinced that that they should be together. Oh boy. I hate to see what they're going to try to do. Beach Head's threatening to gut them. (I think he's secretly afraid of another perfume episode happening to him.) I wonder if I should mention this to Covergirl. She's going to kill them anyway, so it might as well be where I can intervene.
Along with this, Gung Ho had the "great" idea that all of them should go to Mardi Gras with him. Then he asked me if I wanted to come, the crazy Marine said I needed to learn how to loosen up. I stared at him in disbelief. Can you really see me running around New Orleans with the four of them during Mardi Gras? With Gung Ho, Beach Head, Leatherneck, Low Light, and God knows who else. I'd rather shoot myself in the foot first. Literally.
Low Light and Gung Ho continued to scheme about their "matchmaking" after Leatherneck returned to duty. Beach Head threw a book at Low Light and beat Gung Ho over the head with his pillow until I finally intervened.
I guess today wasn't as stressful as the others, but I can tell this is just the eye of a very large storm. General Hawk should give me a metal for putting up with all of this.