*sacked out on one of the biobeds*

Snot running down the back of your throat and enough tea to wash it down does not constitute a meal.

I'll leave cooking to the professionals.

I had an interesting conversation yesterday about the nature of 'home'. Is it a place you return to, where you currently hang your hat, or anyplace where you find yourself in the company of those you love?

*watching fireworks in San Francisco Bay*

(ooc: Happy 4th of July everyone.)

*struggles to keep his eyes open*

No two starships are the same.

*watching the waves at Baker Beach*

Home has never looked so beautiful.

Seems I'll be later than expected.