circular staircase

May 17th

Another day, another headache, dear diary. Arturo says it’s nerves. I don’t think it’s nerves. I think it is the opposite of nerves. I’m so happy my head is literally not figuratively splitting. Headache, schmeadache, my first week at the Copernicus went great. I’m not working on any of the major artifacts found outside the ship, but the Epsilon group is analyzing the undamaged upper hull. Just thinking of that smooth shell of dark gray metal makes me giddy. We don’t have any answers, yet the questions are fabulous.

May 20th

I know, dear diary, I’m doing a suck ass job of mindful journaling. i promise diary to do better. I even bought a Doctor Who sonic screwdriver pen to inspire me to write everyday. it made Arturo roll his eyes. My allergies are playing havoc with my sleep. No matter how much shut-eye I get I’m still dead dog tired. i have to drag myself awake each morning. I fall asleep immediately after dinner. Like immediately. Arturo had to carry me to bed after I finished dinner the other day. I fell asleep mid-bite. Mom said I’m overdoing it and I should go back to teaching. That’s her answer to everything. The cleanbot breaks, go back to teaching. i oversleep, go back to teaching. I hear it’s going to rain in Topeka, go back to teaching. Mom means well. She just can’t understand this is my dream. I get to touch alien technology. I’m soaring through the cosmos. My life is geek girl heaven. And no more headaches, at least not bad ones. Wibbly wobbly, diary.

May 29th

Where do the days go, dear diary? Super busy since the Institute is so understaffed. our cafeteria is like a ghost town. At least I get to talk to the other ddpartments more since there are so few of us lef Now, the DOD wants the metallurgy scan timeline sped up. On the plus side, Dr. Kuc authorized double overtime even for salaried employees that extra money means we can think about paying off our student loans, maybe even buy a house. An actual house with a picket fence and rooms for my books. Arturo fell asleep and burned the frittate. He served me sandwiches and soup in bed and we laughed at House Hunters. Where do they find those people?  Have I get a new built five bedroom with a pool and seven bathroom for $2 five minutes from the metro area. Anyway, sleep is for the weak, isn’t that what my old extraterresial biology prof used to say? I should read more Note to self: Read More

Jun5

We did it! Over 50% of the hull has been analyzed and we finally cracked the hull open. gud thing too. heard that the two entities that had jettisoned from the shipp had decomposed rapidly. even their spacesuits had liquidfied. Alpha and Betta teams are up to their knees in goo and questions. Now our team and Daelta are the hot tickets. Delta team is analyzing the alien ship’s last transmission, hopingto decipher the alien language from its SOS message. Codebreakers are cool and all but I really wish I could be part of Zeta team, the guys who get to climb inside. Imagine all we can learn from our faraway neighbors. Nic, my bud from Delta team, calls me Yeoman Rand. Arturo said Nic thinks he’s my Captain Kirk. Yeah right, everybody knoews that Spock is the real hottie. & I admit it I’m excited to go bolder forth where no man has gone before. 

June 111

Weird we were all ordered to work on the Madeleine campus instead of onside this week. Dr. Kuc says some big brass is touring the downed ship. Nic says hewouldn;t believe Dr. Kuc if his tongue came notarized. It’s all good. Arturo is having migraines, clusters. I neeed to take care of him. also I have to take my car in for another fender bender. Thank God for bumpers. It will give me some time to visit my Mom too. Her doctor doesnt want her driving anymore. till she can get her cataracy surgery scheduled. Note to self: buy roses for Mom/make appointment with ophlam

Junly Thursday

Dr Kuc gave the team a long weekend to reward us for our hard work. Sure as hell beats a pizza party in the break room. Sadly it’s overcast so we’re doing a staycation. Arturo has barely moved all morning. I doordashed us some sushi. That we perk us up. I’f I can just get the brightness up on the TV we can binge Twight Zone in bed. My buddy Nic pm’d me something about something going up with the alie aircraft. He heard from his cousin’s boyfriend that the ship was practically empty. No propulision, no navigation, no life support, not even a chair. Hollow as a toejam hoouse. Like what dude? Why send a pair of dead aliens in an empty ship? I like Nic but I have not energy for conspiracy theories. Besides trying to read hurts my head too much. I can barely understand what he’s writing. Peace out dear diary. we are going to eat dragon rolls and listen to Night Vale. A little ressss adn  rexxxation will do us both good. Damn it’s so dark, so dark out there.