these bruises make for better conversation
loses the vibe that separates
it's good to let you in again
you're not alone in how you've been
everybody loses
we've all got bruises
-- train, ft. ashley monroe, whoever they are
Some of the crewmates dug deep into the archives of television. I don't know what on earth possessed them to do this, but one of them decided to play an episode of America's Got Talent for us all. Live on the show was a 21st century band called Train. I haven't been able to get the bloody song out of my head since.
Decisions had to be made today as to the manner in which we handle the ship. Nothing too major, but I still feel so new to these sorts of things. I'm glad the admiral was able to assist and offer save counsel. Overall things resolved themselves after a while and morale, while not as high as it could be, is still wavering towards hopeful.
I had a glass of peppermint tea. Real. Not from a replicator. It was marvelous.
It's all in the little things.
I hear it's raining back on earth, in Colorado. We don't get rain up here, of course, but sometimes I like to pretend we do. It's one of the things I miss most when I'm up here.
My sleep schedule is still not synched to the altitudes of space. I pulled an all-nighter for no good reason other than that, when morning came, the rest of the crew members were awake and craved my attention (though I can't imagine why). Because of this, I feel my attention span fading and my eyelids drooping and my brain exploding.
Captain Destrian, over and out.
