May 31, 2010 21:13
And I thought I'd finally escaped that blasted drive.
Of course not. It's never pleasant; beings were complaining more than usual.
I already know I'm not going to like this place. I never do. I'll go any way, though. I doubt anyone would want me back here, or there, really, but I'll trudge out, and likely get very hot under the sun. Blisteringly.
I hate this ship. I hate the beach. I'm going to lie down and think about how much I don't want to be at either of them. If anyone cares to trip over me, I'll lay down somewhere else to make things easier for you.
I'm so depressed.
marvin