Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 141
Date: 31 - 03 - 819 AS @ 20:30 SUT
Title: Untitled.

And so another March of the standard year draws to a close. And so does the majority of a fortnight since I last looked at this thing.

I find myself wondering where the abounding idle time I once had has gone to. I look back at the early entries of this thing and reminisce about spending hours, even days, with nothing to do but watch the stars cross the horizon in front of me. Yet these past few days, weeks and even out to months I have found myself entirely unable to set aside the time to properly relax. It seems that life finally caught up with me and is now running at my pace.

I also find myself wondering since when hydraulic fluid was this... friendly. Nothing I do seems to quite get rid of the most unique odour the stuff possesses from my person. Of course the reason I have it on me instead of in the ship somewhere is a certain raven-haired little angel leaving the landing gear up and beaching the Silico on the landing pad, flattening the cargo lift and smashing up its underbelly.

To be fair it was her first time at the controls of the ship which is far removed from the Alsatia and her obsolete technology - the old barge having a hydraulic pump mastered by an outstanding lever which lowered and raised the ships' legs; whereas the Silico has a tiny little button hiding away in the ceiling - which to be honest - I would have never noticed myself if not for the instruction manual Hale left for us to find in the glovebox.

So after recapturing the transport's grace by placing her on her own feet, I bailed out to inspect the damage. Literally. No lift meant no way on or off the ship. I had to find a ladder and drop it over the side of the hole where the lift used to be to get down. Good thing I have my pre-baby body back.

After wasting several hours clogging up one of the busiest ports in the universe we shuffled the Silico off to one side and partook in the lovely little hotdog stand that had set up permanent residence nearby.

It really has been far too long since I set foot on Manhattan. I was beginning to miss the disgusting consumerism, unrelenting abuse of the lower classes and the flamboyant retardation that runs rampant amongst Manhattan society.

That and, laughing at fat people.


Which is _always_ fun.

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