captains’s log, stardate - oh, who the fuck even cares. ran into three of my exes in the cafeteria queue this morning. someone rigged the sonic showers as a “joke”, so i spent all of beta shift covered in glitter and confetti - the only upshot to this was that all my colleagues looked equally sparkly and ridiculous. if i hear one more person singing that insipid new pop song we picked up on risa, i might just physically harm somebody. also, the replicator on the bridge is still broken after The Incident last week, so it only dispenses decaf. am reaching the end of my tether, as well as my secret supply of instant coffee sachets.