Ship Captain Log Stardate 6-24-09
The Enterprise has went on R&R this week only watching the proper lean fuel intake. An unplanned trip to solve problems in the Monroe System lead to the captain (ME) swinging a maul in 102 degree heat. If my crew makes the mistake of causing my shoulder anymore damage I will have to take defensive measures. My total ship capacity has been exceeded by 2 pounds over night, so I will have to go on duty this evening with cardio even though my shoulder is failing. Damn rotator cuff.
My sister ship, The USS Bitch Kelly has decided to go rouge and leave as my escort, so I will be searching for a new ally in the not so distant future. She too has been watching her shape but it seems the wounder full outer changes have resulted in some serious internal defects. At one time she was the reason the stars twinkled and the planets turned in my eyes, but now it seems she is the vast cold emptiness that is space.
I’m not really sure as to the heading I should take at this point. I suppose I will keep exploring the limitless possablilties and try to stay shipshape for now, by going to evasive measures for the next three weeks. Creatine loading and mass building for the first week, then two weeks of maintenance should lead to a great Destin getaway in three weeks.
BTW…I’m not a "Trecky" just seemed to fit.
