listen, i know being on starship on a five-year mission to explore the vast depths of space is like, The Dream, you gotta consider that you’re going to be on the same ship. with the same people. for five long ass years.
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.
see, this is what i’m talking about. absolute nightmare.