Taking on Coal

 

 

Refuel

 

In strange times one may act strangely. Perhaps set a course that others deem unwise. There is more than just the physical pain...at the time the pain was the most...well, there are other types of pain.

 

It's just pain. It goes away. So my mentor taught me. This pain does not go away.

 

And me and my Dreadnaught know this.

 

Tomorrow will seal the deal on the endless bombardment. I will get a reach around from the Dr again (Without even a kiss), and we will know it is time to weigh anchor and move on. I see the Dr. and she will tell me to get more tests.  Blood, biopsy, X-rays, scratch tests, you all know the drill. And yes, they do use drills still. And they will say again, "Your body has massive intrusions, strange doohickies, stuff we have never seen. And we DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT IS."

 

 July 18th 2006 this all started. I remember the exact date, it's in the logs.

 

There are no ports open to me, certainly no safe harbor, nothing but the endless churning of the screws.

 

So, set a course... just...

 

 

In the meantime, here is a random picture of a cupcake.