Dearest Diary-thingy;

   Today, I got thrown in jail for shooting at this lionness that jumped me.  I'd like to say that I wasn't trying to kill her, exactly, she just sorta surprised me, and-- well, what would YOU do if a lionness you never met got all over-friendly? They hit me, too, right over the back of the head, and took my gun while I was out.  Then, I woke up in the crappiest, dampest cheap hotel ever.  The accomodations really suck, they need to look into getting some lights installed or something.  Maybe a potted plant in some of the corners, lighten up the gorram mood a little.  Anyway, I don't believe that me and my new big-scary-cat friend will be staying for long.  We'll beat a hasty get-the-hell-out just as soon as I find my gun.

Sincerely,
Malcolm Reynolds and his Big Scary Cat Friend.