Grounded
10 Dec 2018Pepper Mills
Well. work has settled down for the time being due to the upgrades being made to the ship, It has been disruptive to my work and to my mood as of late. the anxiety and crushing depression has kept me wrapped in blankets below decks on a station in the elephant's trunk nebula. what am I even doing here?! I've never felt so hollow and useless as of now. this is a concern to those around me who have watched my confident demeanor and sterling wit turn to a lackluster dull shell of my former self
here I sit with a cup of soup on my lap in the now empty cabin of my ship, around me the dull red track lighting gives some semblance of light.
around me it seems so unimaginably distant from the joy of last week's journeys. Oh how I miss being in the fray...
work is still there on my data drives but I've not even touched it.
my heart breaks just a little more at the sound of the ground crews hammering away at the hull with their impact guns,
they already removed the DSS this morning, a task that took them several hours.
The lack of field work stings like nothing else...
Pep.