Wherever you are in the Fleet, this is Gaius Baltar wishing you a beautiful day.

[im_not_crazy]

 The sun's shining brightly through the wide windows before him, the sound of rustling bedsheets punctuated by birdsongs from outside.

Or at least that's what he saw with his handy-dandy Cylon-like (hmmmmmm how interesting, indeed...) projection ability.  In actuality he was facing a hatch in a drab gray metal beast of a ship.  Hardly befitting a scholar of his rank, featured on television shows and respected enough to earn the seat on the returning Raptor from Caprica.

He turns a pen in his hand idly, his other clutching a cigarette between pointer and middle fingers.

"Mmm yes, hello, at last. Just taking a break out of my busy schedule of thinking about myself to finally post a frakking layout on my journal that isn't atrocious. Finally, you're done being useless, mun.

But, then again, if you were entirely useless you wouldn't have brought me here, now would you? Hopefully they won't be as quick to throw you out of an airlock as the President was me that time."

Bitter? Gaius Baltar? Never.