Pretty much my first stab at fanfic ever, BSG or otherwise. Based on a really silly idea at the last London con pub meet. Many thanks to burntcopper for feedback and suggestions! Any and all comments welcome.

Title: Worst. Day. Ever.
Author: Ming
Rating: G
Words: 398
Spoilers: Mini-series.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Battlestar Galactica and all the characters mentioned below are the intellectual property of Universal Studios. No attempt is being made to supercede copyright. This work has not been made for any form of commercial gain.
Tagline: So you think you're having a bad day?
Summary: Diary extracts on the eve of the Cylon attack


Worst. Day. Ever.
Diary, Dr Gaius Baltar
Worst. Day. Ever. I don't believe it. She caught me in bed with another woman. I am so dead. Could this day get any worse?!?

Personal Log, Lieutenant Felix Gaeta
Third day without a cigarette. Not too bad so far but, with the decommissioning ceremony, today might be a bit stressful.

Personal Log, Captain Lee Adama
Time to report for that frakking ceremony. Bite my tongue, smile, put on a good show for the press. Just as long as the old man doesn't try to have another meaningful talk. All this for an excuse to see Kara... Going to be a tough day.

Personal Log, Lieutenant Kara Thrace
Another crappy day. Punched out that old soak Tigh. In the brig again. At least today can only get better from here on in.

Personal Log, Chief Petty Officer Galen Tyrol
It's started. Civilians crawling over Galactica. This is supposed to be a Battlestar, not a frakking museum. This has got to be the lowest point of my career.

Diary, Billy Keikeya, Aide to the Secretary of Education
I know, today, I shall get my ass fired. My biggest public event for Laura and I can't find my decent suit, all my good shirts have stains on them and the dry cleaner ate my decent ties. And I can’t make any sense of this Galactica map. I am so frakked.

Personal Log, Lieutenant Karl Agathon
Got cleaned out by Starbuck again. Gah. Another mission with Sharon. Gah. I should say something to her but the Chief will kill me if I try anything. Gah. Same shit, different day.

Personal Log, Colonel Saul Tigh
That frak-up Thrace rubs my nose in it about Ellen, hits me and now Bill wants me to let it slide! This just gets worse and worse.

Personal Log, Commander William Adama
The day has come. Lee’s coming for the ceremony so maybe his bitterness is fading and we can talk. Before or after I sort out this mess with Saul and Kara? Or my speech? Or the Education Secretary and her entourage? Just one more day and it’ll all be over.

Diary, Secretary of Education Laura Roslin
Seen the doctor. It's the worst case scenario. The tumour is malignant and my prognosis is “doubtful”. Must try to remain calm. It's bad but it’s not the end of the world.