I do not understand this flood at all.
So instead of voicing my opinion about why everyone should remain calm, I'll talk about something much more important: Boat comas. The scourge of the Barge.
I have just awoken from one. Again. It has also been thirteen days, again.
Here are my theories about why I am suffering Boat Comas:
Number one: I have been cursed by a voodoo priestess. I do not know if any of you practice voodoo, however, so this is not the most likely scenario.
Number two: I have a sexually transmitted disease which causes thirteen-day long boat comas.
Number three: I Love Lucy.
Number four: Ear mites.
Number five: Potatoes. From the dining room. Or a potato allergy.
Number six: I have not been getting laid enough.
Number seven: Plastics.
I will write more.
[Written]
Aliens with basic medical training.
Dogs.
Admiral cookies.
Coffee.
Heartsease flowers.
Bad grammar.
Zeppelins.
Holding women's purses.
Armand St. Just.
Batman.
Aramaic.
Napping on deck.
Whining.
Greek.
Laptop computers.
Falling asleep while using the communicators.
Public bathrooms.
Ulla-whatsit.
----> Bats! <---- !!
[Added:]
The Marquis de Sade
Mal