Week 11
There was a radiation storm. The computer alerted me about it. Scrubbers still aren’t done so I’m still trapped in the supply room but there’s sacks to crawl into while the storm’s happening if you get enough warning. I don’t think I’m going to like confined spaces after all of this is done. I’ve been in this room for almost a month now which is too long. I don’t know how people in the Apollo program did it. I know they were confined for shorter periods of time than almost a full month but there were also more of them.
I haven’t been able to check the damage from the storm yet and I’m hoping it’s nothing major. I don’t know if I can fix anything major at all, let alone from in here.
I wouldn’t say that things are better. I’ve passed through being stressed to the point where I’m calm. I’m just sitting in the corner eating a tasteless protein thing and trying to not think about my breathing too much.
You know how it is.
You probably don’t, actually, but there’s no good way to describe it.
It’s a lot of mind numbing loneliness and boredom. There’s a lot of sleeping and a lot of me trying to not think about how much I’ve fucked up the experiment I was supposed to be running.
One prong of it, at least. The other prong of just seeing how isolation will change me is still in progress and since I’m still alive data can still be taken from my logs so that’s. Something. I guess.
















