Ugh

I realized that it's been almost a year since I even bothered with this. On a ship, every week feels like a month. Friendships are born and die in the lifespan of a fruitfly. I may not continue this online thing. I don't feel clever, nor do I feel in on the joke; I don't really wish to wax lyrical or pithy.

I did not enjoy the big ship, nor its European sister. I had the contract from hell, and I've come to the realization that my ship life has a shelf life. I have had my ass kicked, and my holding pattern job is coming to an end. So next week I'm off to experience my next and what I foresee as my last contract. Perhaps I can exhibit some grace, or illustrate that I've learnt something and enjoy it for what it is: a world not based in reality.