I am still alive, you know.
I’ve been cutting down on net usage. You know.
Been going over this blog, and in retrospect it’s full of lies and hyperboles. It’s quite embarrassing really, looking at what I did only a while ago! It seems only moments ago that I got into this whole blogging thing, but I think I’ve changed a lot. Not because of it, of course, but for other reasons.
Had an odd, terrible dream last night. Nothing worth getting into, but still.
I’ve been awfully tired of late, but it’s difficult to get enough sleep- I shouldn’t complain about that though. There are people worse off in that regard.
Anyway, this was a very brief update from me. I’m still alive.
Nooo this sofa is mine now. I can never leave.
Ehehehe, that was quite a disjointed ramble. Sorry. I’ll be more succinct next time.
Vi on horror movies.
Ehehehe. I fell asleep on her couch. By this ancient rite it has become mine.
update; I’m off the shuttle and making my way to the tower. Oh, Violet, won’t you let down your turret defense system for but a moment, that I can gain entrance to your abode?
Actually, there’s an intercom here. Hold on.
nnnnn shit my halloween costume smells like I’ve slept in it because, in all honesty, I have.
It looks like I’m going to have to break out the travel-clean again.
This isn’t actually that bad once you learn to blot out the disgusting passengers and the smell of poor homebrew alcohol from your consciousness, plus at this hour hardly anyone is on the shuttle…
I’m sure that’ll change on the coming legs of the journey; the route is somewhat circuitous. I have no idea how long the journey will take. After all, I am crossing lightyears.
I really shouldn’t have been so impulsive as to run all the way out here just because I was feeling a little lonely, should I? It’s hardly mature, and I pride myself in my maturity.
The last time I was on one of this class of shuttle was when I was running away from home. It’s fitting, then, that my second time should be running back to someone else’s home. Sort of.
I don’t know.
This place makes the mining shuttle on-station look first class; I swear the airlocks are held in place with duct tape. One of the things they have in common with airlocks on-station is that I’m pretty they aren’t actually airtight and they don’t seem to cycle. I feel a faint cool breeze coming from the one I’m sitting adjacent to. Leads into the “dining capsule”, which is actually little more than the greasiest piece of shit bar I’ve ever seen. The gravity is oriented towards the walls so that they can plaster counters and horrible bar stools on every available surface. It’s quite disorientating, and I imagine it would be even more so in an inebriated state. Not that I’m likely to experience that any time soon.
Still, I’m getting quite hungry. I hope I arrive before I am forced to actually eat anything out of there. The food is probably full of all kinds of preservatives in case we get shipwrecked for a long period of time and the customers were somehow rendered inedible.