((This takes place after the events at
Mesa del Diablo.))
Starek's Personal Log:
- I got hired to do a job. I did it. I regretted it. I fell in love with the goddamn target. FML.
- Rephrasing the earlier sentiment: Today, I fell in love with the man I was supposed to out as a fag in front of the entire Quadrant. Then he broke my heart. Then I offered him one of my Orion engineers, to counteract my earlier indiscretions. I need all of my engineers and all of my body parts. FML.
- He didn't take the Orion. He also didn't take me. FML.
- Down three mochas. Double-chocolate wasn't cutting it. Replicated a jar of Nutella, and have been mixing it in, by the tablespoon. Pretty sure there's broken glass in front of the vanity. Think it's because I've been throwing cups.
- Reflecting on mind melds. Wonder what I don't know I gave up. Hope it wasn't anything important. If it had anything to do with the Delta VII incident, I can kiss my ass goodbye. FML.
- On the floor, in front of the replicator. Not sure how many mochas, but there's glass everywhere. FML.
- (thick and slurred, very drunk, possibly crying) I'm a space pirate and I just lost my mental virginity to a Starfleet officer. FML.
- Can't bring myself to look at the news. It's early evening. Know I slept, don't know how long. Think I'm still drunk.
- Definitely still drunk. Just fell in the glass. It really is all over the floor. FML.
- Merendith has me strapped to a table in her office, until I sober up. She made fun of me, while picking the glass out of my hands. GLASS. out of my HANDS. Love you, too, Doc. FML.
- Just heard Stavret's trying to recycle the glass all over my floor. Am sure this is a ploy to guilt me into something, later.
- D'nila just came in and reminded me that I miss Spock. She wants details from last night. Cannot strangle Chief Engineer while strapped to table. FML.
- Relatively sober. Have been informed I did not vomit all over my floor. Suspect this is why I was so drunk for so long. Not sure which of these options is worse.
- Stavret came by to tell me what a fuckup I am. Also, he's proud of me for doing something meaningful for myself, for a change. FOR A CHANGE. Must re-examine life. In the mean time, FML.
- No longer strapped down. Returned to my quarters. Pretending to have nerves of steel, so I can look at the news and judge the damage done. Not cool enough, yet. Should sleep. Can't sleep. Too much coffee. FML.