I'm sick of this hot weather, sick of being stuck on this rock, sick of never getting enough sleep at night, sick of this damn cough, sick of never knowing what Hell we get dreamed into next, and sick of watching people vanish left and right with no idea of where they're vanishing to.  Even shit like a cruise or a lottery turns out to be some kind of sick taunt, a reward being dangled in front of us so we take enough rope to hang ourselves.  I've had it. 

I've fucking had it.

I'm going out tonight, and everybody had better stay the fuck out of my way.

... does anyone have even the slightest inkling why the boat sank?  In terms of causality, I mean.  Did we hit a reef?  Spring a leak?  Did Antarean barnacle geese chew holes in the hull?  And what made the engines stop?  Were they already waterlogged, or was whatever stopped them part of the cause?  And how did the entirety of the crew find out and abandon ship so quickly and quietly?  I mean, honestly, who abandons a ship quietly?

For that matter,why name your ship the Medusa?  But grim for a cruise, isn't it?

The peace and quiet around the office had to end sometime.

Welcome back.

all my shit is stewed in seawater