16.03.2018. So say the stars.
First a plea for some assistance. The wiki here does not seem to have the answer and the computer just keeps saying “don be frettin’ on that mah brutha.”
I was in the cocoon showering, got out, less dry than I supposed, and ended up leaving a very wet handprint on Unit 74_KINO_HHKD.
14.03.2018 or so the fox says.
As promised, I’ll tell you more about Claire.
12.03.2018 Relatively speaking.
I realise I’ve been either positive, or opaque, or stuttering so far. You know a bit about me. You know what I am doing. You knew, then, what I didn’t, that my mission was no longer what I thought it was. I’ve shared some of my life in space, I’ve started telling you about Claire and maybe explaining a little better the whole story of how I ended up here, and I assure you there will be no loose ends, but since I cannot seem to get the computer to unblock this bloody 500 word count limit, and the emergency channel is even more narrow, if somewhat more targeted, you’ll have to have patience and trust that the mountain will come to Allah eventually because today, after listening to a lot of rap music and watching a lot of rap videos, I’ve finally realised the one unexpected thing I never thought I would miss but which I now miss, and badly
Bit more sober. Bit more focussed. ESA and some corporate sponsorship appears to be in the works and I’ve also fielded a few offers for honorary citizenship, but iot appears like there might be a bit of a legal wrangle as to who the ship belongs to, and therefore who can own the mission, or buy it, and to what degree I’ve managed to essentially gain ownership of this spaceship through conventional squatter’s rights.
10.03.2018
Part 3. No more mutant talk, but you can understand I had to get that off my chest.
10.03.2018
Part 2. Now when you think about it, the entire Xmen series doesn’t make sense. Or really, any series or show that uses mutants just does so in some ridiculous way and I’ve decided it’s pissing me off.
Date 09.03.2018(ish)
Part 1 .
You know guys, space drunk is good drunk. It’s very carefully measured out, based on my vital statistics don’t you know, just enough booze to get me a little sloshed and then I’m locked out until some of that has passed through my system.
