Another beautiful day here on the ISS (International Space Station, for those not in the know). I woke up still strapped into my snuggly space sleeping bag, and with only a few fly-aways coming out of my tightly braided hair. It makes for less tangles when I brush it out after my zero-gravity space shower. A breakfast of powdered eggs followed by powdered chocolate ice cream, because, hey, there’s no one up here who can tell me “no.” A quick jog on the ever-revolving treadmill gets me ready for a day of thinking. Some calculations concerning the trajectory of the sun’s rays to an exact point on Earth’s surface, checking the growth and saturation levels of the closely-monitored colony of mushrooms that were grown on board (very hush-hush because of the amount of psilocybin packed into each one), and finally, a leisurely space walk to look over the hull and make sure that no asteroids, no matter how small, may have punctured the metal casing necessary for life onboard. A quick check of any missed e-mails or messages from the day before one last sweet snack and getting ready for bed. It’s been another lovely and tranquil day, but what else do you expect when all of the other crew members are dead?
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