Blair, I love you!

I owe you... something. I'll figure it out.

We're some sort of center for unusual activity, I swear. First the tufts of grass and now these things. They don't seem to be hurting anything yet; they're really skittish and melt into the floor whenever anyone approaches. Still, just about everyone on the ship is in an uproar ( Read more... )

It's not really a depression. Probably it's brought on by the sense that we're stuck in pause, just waiting for something unknown to happen. I've always hated waiting; and even though we're reasonably safe here I still can't sit still. Which is all I've done all day. Lance likes the break- it was his idea that we spend a few hours to read the ( Read more... )

I'm ignoring the message count on my connection gear. And my terminal. And my voice mail ( Read more... )