I hate my life.
Anyone remember that bad feeling I had a couple days ago? It showed up alongside the ship last night. Most of you probably already saw Giraffe Boy's disturbingly cheerful post, but I'm just throwing in my assessment of the situation, which is:
A) We found one of our teammates. This is a good thing, inasmuch as we're accomplishing our collective goal of regrouping.
B) We found one of our teammates, and it's Lucci. Fucking great.
At least he's done us the dubious honor of spending the whole fucking day going through all our supplies and making some kind of a list or some shit, so he's mostly been out of my way, and his pigeon is at least staying away from me. But the whole boat already smells like wet cat and bird mange and the cud-muncher was humming during breakfast. Fucking humming. And off-key, too.
Also, their fucking mattress squeaks. I'm getting a headache already.
A) We found one of our teammates. This is a good thing, inasmuch as we're accomplishing our collective goal of regrouping.
B) We found one of our teammates, and it's Lucci. Fucking great.
At least he's done us the dubious honor of spending the whole fucking day going through all our supplies and making some kind of a list or some shit, so he's mostly been out of my way, and his pigeon is at least staying away from me. But the whole boat already smells like wet cat and bird mange and the cud-muncher was humming during breakfast. Fucking humming. And off-key, too.
Also, their fucking mattress squeaks. I'm getting a headache already.