I Can't Take Much More of This

I read a news story once about a man who spent two weeks aboard a RAP. When he got off he went on a homicidal rampage in the docking terminal. It took four officers to subdue him and seven people died. He didn't have so much as a stunning tazer on him. At the time, I thought it was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard, but now I get it. Completely.

After the first twelve moons this damn Volvo started to smoke from the rear cooling belt. I had to climb down into the lower hatch and it was so cramped that it took me five hours to replace a refrigeration coil! For those of you who are mechanically impaired, that's a job that should take twenty minutes at most for someone who knows what they're doing, and if it hasn't been established yet, I'm a mechanical engineer, so I know what I'm doing.

I thought I would rant about it for a few paragraphs in this blog after a quick shower, but wouldn't you know it, just when I sat down to begin I hit my first dead zone. I don't think of myself as someone who's overly dependant on technology. I mean, I don't shop for EVERYTHING online, and David and I have been known to go hours on end without picking up our visors once. I guess a lot of people these days probably think that's old fashioned, and I guess it is, but my point is that I never really thought a dead zone would affect me that much. I have plenty of things I can do offline--my e-novel collection, for example, is really impressive, battery life permitting, but right when I really needed to do something more hands on to take my mind off of this piece of crap transport, I'm offline, and gods it really does suck.

In any case, I should arrive in Star 7's airspace in about nine more hours. Too bad I'm still on Venus Belt Time--I would love to sleep through this, but I'm not even a little tired. Maybe I'll call David and see if he has any new information on the origins of that Shuttle that shot Minister Zhi's transport pod down. Once I get him that should kill an hour or two--dead zones permitting.

I hear there are some roaming satellites in Star 7 space, so I should be able to hack into one of them for a connection long enough to post. I know most likely no one is reading this, but the act of writing down my thoughts like this is soothing somehow. It's become a way for me to wind down. Does that make sense? I'm sure I'm not the only person who thinks this way.

~Shou~