Log Entry 06
i'm breaking my usual format of journal entry to ask this question; what the actual fucking hell? seriously, friends, i wish i could make sense of the past week or so, but this has gone too far, even for the uss enterprise.
the cargo bay turned into a grimy, disgusting human pirate bay,
the arboretum turned into a savannah biome,
the engine room turned into a fucking tropical jungle,
and the computer lab has thus far turned into a landscape of frosted, processed sugar, a targ farm, and my console was a goldfish bowl just a second ago. and that's just what i've experienced.
please tell me this is going to be over soon. i don't know how much more i can handle... i could really use a warm hug right now.
posting from my station in the lab to vent my frustrations. please excuse the poor format.
the cargo bay turned into a grimy, disgusting human pirate bay,
the arboretum turned into a savannah biome,
the engine room turned into a fucking tropical jungle,
and the computer lab has thus far turned into a landscape of frosted, processed sugar, a targ farm, and my console was a goldfish bowl just a second ago. and that's just what i've experienced.
please tell me this is going to be over soon. i don't know how much more i can handle... i could really use a warm hug right now.
posting from my station in the lab to vent my frustrations. please excuse the poor format.