Every day, I've had to record my nutrition intake, which vitamins I've had, get my booklet stamped by the lab. Get this. They opened some secret vault and we had to be immunized against all of these diseases that were around 60 years ago. Then, we got another round of shots making sure we don't bring back whatever new viruses are apparently lurking and waiting to hitch a ride back and wreak havoc on civilization. Whatever. I'm so tired of needles.
I don't really have a positive outlook on this mission. I'm not even sure if they are convinced this time machine is going to work. They actually put the inventor of it on the mission. She's got me on edge with all her nail biting and fidgeting and jumping like a startled cat whenever they ask her a question. I hope she knows what she's doing. But at least we've got a lectie in our group.
The other one. Where to begin. Is she even legal? I mean, she looks 12. She creeps me out too. Creeper. HA! Lectie and Creeper. At least I've got something to make me smirk. But seriously. I thought I was stealthy. She's always where I least expect. She avoids everyone. I hope she's not a liability on this mission. I'm not here to hold anybody's hand.
Anyway. I wish they'd take off the shackles and let me take a hot shower. It's getting old.
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