Pete and Tex are being jerks again. They keep taking nuts and bolts and using them for money. Not only that, but I found 29 packages of dehydrated cheese in front of my door. I took them and glued them to the wall with my spit. They slid down after a few minutes. I was not amused. So I thought I'd go and cheer up Amy. But all she wanted to do was try and kill me. Which wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the fact I was running out of Neosporin and band-aids.
I think I'll go sit on the outside again. If not to escape that tiger Tex keeps mumbling to himself about...
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
Been enjoying Tex's secret potion of happiness, or, 28 of them, should I say. I left one for Amy, perhaps she'll let me in for guns if I can get her smashed.
I miss real pillows, these books are uncomfortable, and we don't even have a fish tank, so it beats me why we have over a hundred books on aquariam care.
Did you know, there are over 2,500,000 identified species of fish in Sirius?
It is estimated that there may still be over 1,000,000 fish species that have not yet been identified.
The largest fish identified in Sirius is the great demon shark of Planet Honshu, which can reach five hundred and fifty feet in length.
Today was dull. Thudding and dull. I had a moment of reflection a few hours agoI woke up, counting, aloud. I don't know why, and I can't remember if I was dreaming or not, or if... I don't know. I miss Denver. It's foggy. My mind, that is. Like it's just packing up slowly.
Tex made an effort to lighten my mood with music. He started banging the walls of my quarters with my axe, and shouting in time with it, but it wasn't helpful. I was trying to sleep. I'll make him cake to say thankyou though. He'd like that, but I'm trying to work out how to make twenty nine slices accurately.
Amy spoke yesterday. She said I should go to the armory, but I'm too scared now.
Some one has been taking my fixers. I later found them in the kitchen next to a rather horrible pile of food. On the top of it were the words, "I love you Pete." They were drawn on with what looks like paint. I tried to eat some of it, but it tasted like spices and engine grease. So I went to Pete's room and threw up in his bed.
Later I went outside to do some thinking.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
Today was a rather eventful day. Someone removed the bolts sealing the malfunctioning pressurized cabin door, so when frosty the parrot flew by, perched on the glass port and pecked at the glass, it shattered. All we heard was a squak, and upon looking out, we saw a parrot, beak wide open, frozen solid, eyes blood-shot and the expression of a convicted date rapist floating in the void. Thankfully the glass got blocked by Pretzel's bed, though the less than impressive stool sample splattered across the walls will be a bastard to clean.
Adam convinced me to cooking a curry tonight. Let's hope i dont have to use black chillies again, they dont seem to be rather chewy and have a somewhat metallic taste to them.
PS: Someone threw a firecracker at Timmy the nimble muppet's shower while what seemed was someone inside. Lets just say, we dont need to go to an opera house to have our eardrums popped.
Someone left carrot stew on my bed, without a plate, which as nice as it is, is also very messy. It tasted tangy like vomit or something though... Lawrence can't cook to save his life. I could taste the very distinct hint of engine grease though...
Found a frozen blood splatter and a bunch of feathers on the side of the station's hull when I was outside cleaning, got some of it stuck in the creases of the space suit. Stupid space birds, keep away from our station!
got drun k on engin efuel and wishkey? whiscy... whistkey!
i reley dont wan to say this, but i have to now. this station is so crape! i mean, all we do is pretent to do work. thats it! how is this an dse base anyway? we dont get shiptments of anything but what it says on the manifest! what if i didnt want to eat the rations? what apout work? all you can upgrade is staton generatrs? there is no way we can lose to the rogues at the system! this station is crap! its not even an Dse base at all! i mean look at it! in what way is this supposed to be an Dse base if we dont do consturction and stuff? all we do is press one butten the entier time! explain to me! explain to me!! the athore workers al totol morons! is it supposed to be just us giuys?? i dont even know how this damn base got built here, or how i got this job! pepole think this base is worthles. go ahead! say it! i dont care! im just trying to make a point here! blam this piece of crap!!!!
P.S the only reson im still working on this base, is beacuase... the bathrobes are pretty good. but thats it!
As I was staring at the stars and the big shiny thing, a window blew up. Some bird went flying through like a comet and I made a wish. Later that day, my wish came true and there was some delicious curry in the kitchen. It tasted chewy, though, so I went to Pete's room and threw up on his favorite chair. You know the one, right? It smells like potatoes and old people.
When I came back, I found that my shower had exploded. Adam was inside, screaming about how he was deaf. So I tried to talking him out of it. My argument of it being a figment of his imagination didn't seem to register, so I gave him my favorite screwdriver to cheer him up and then went to bed.
Random thought for the day: I quite like butterflies.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
I woke up today after 14 nights, finally some sleep and ugly Pete had to go and mess it up. I heard em, I sure did, he was out there with the Tiger, I know it, he can try to hide it all he wants, but I know he is out to get me. I found 44 bottles of soap missing from the stock, I know it was him, I just know it.