My Nightmare

I dreamt that you were far away, that I was trying to go to you. I could see you, but, to cross the distance, I had to walk over 350 people, living and dead, who were all grotesquely part of the floor. Some of them were cursing, or crying, or reaching out, and I had to step on them as gently as I could in order to move forward. I was weeping by the time I reached you, only to find that you were not real. You were just the guildhall statue.

I must not forget.

What's Going On?

Matty and Sujiko don't seem to be getting married, and I don't know why. I suppose one or both of them will tell me eventually, but it bodes poorly for my fruit-oriented gift basket (which Aradia said looked like a pile of penises because of the bananas and I'm pretty sure she didn't mean it as a compliment). Anyway, I'm worried about them, but I'm also wary about interfering overly much in what simply isn't my business. Even so, I'm going to send them a wave sooner or later when the waiting starts getting me down.

Hatch made pancakes and eggs and bacon-like protein strips today for breakfast. He seemed kind of sad, and I'm not really sure why. I'm sure he'll be just fine, probably even by the time he reads these words (Hi, Hatch!), but sometimes I wish I could just look him in the eyes and make everything better by sheer will alone. I must remind myself, however, that our solemn moments are often just as important as the happy ones. It is allowed, and it is okay.

Oh, speaking of solemn and happy moments, I had a lovely talk with Tyr today, because he had seemed out of sorts over breakfast. We worked everything out nicely and even shared a very delightful hug. He's a nice guy!

Last but not least, Larry sneezed this afternoon, and I am concerned. But Doc Lucinda says that rats cannot catch people colds, and she should know better than me about such things.

Sleepy Thoughts

I'm sleepy. Hatch is still working on something or other in the shuttlebay, so I'm alone right now, --well as alone as anyone can be on a ship full of people. I've lit some candles, a stick of incense, and I'm getting nice and cozy with this PDA again.

I have so many thoughts all throughout the day that I find it emminently curious how they all seem to flee the moment I can actually record them for future reference. Well, I suppose being sleepy doesn't help matters either.

It is certainly worthy of note that I finally had the chance to really talk with Aden last night, up on the observation deck. He has been absent for quite a while, and now suddenly he has returned. I don't know what it is about that man, but I feel as if I already know him, as if I have known him for a very long time. Aden seems to understand my honest thoughts and I his, with a perplexing degree of clarity. I find him to be both compassionate and extraordinarily perceptive. And I am very much looking forward to speaking with him again.

Okay, I think I am going to have to sleep now. I can barely keep my eyes open. I will try to write more tomorrow, so I don't forget how this works.

I Think This Works

Okay, I definitely know how to turn this thing on and off, at this point, and now I'm going to courageously attempt to make a digital log entry. So, now I'm...making this entry, and, yeah, I'm not really sure what to talk about. Oh, I know!

Matty's getting married to Sujiko Tokari. He's a wonderful guy and everyone who knows me at all knows I think the world of Matty. Still, I never expected they'd be the marrying sort, not I'm not wonderfully happy for them both, of course. It just gets me thinking, that's all. ...I wonder what kind of dress she will wear and if there will be flowers.

Well, I have to feed Larry now because he's giving me funny looks, and then I have to get breakfast ready for my crew. I suspect they'll be up and about fairly soon, and they won't be able to function without their coffee.