I figured we could all do with a reset, and I’m calling it. Like Jesus. Hungover space Jesus. I’ve also decided it’s Tuesday, because yesterday was definitely a fucking Monday. While I’m at it, another decision. Just because nobody answers don’t mean anyone isn’t out there. Maybe we’re like ships passing in the night.
Maybe their shitshow is worse than mine.
Hate to see what their ends look like though, because the outlook is pretty fucking bleak up here. I had Al plot our trajectory and for the next millennia, by and large, not even an asteroid will come close enough to end this misery.
Al, if someone calls, I’ll be outside taking a walk.
Henrik Refsnes 
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