Three hours left in the shift. Accommodations reek of adhesive fumes. Can't wait to sleep-I can only imagine the dreams I'm going to have while whacked out on Toluene and hydxoy-7 ultra butyl mind-melting poly fucking what nots. That is if I can figure out how to get over the watery, stinging eyes you get when exposed to the fumes for more than 30 seconds. Anyway, one more day, then we move across the Island and prepare to be floated up out of the water and into dry dock. Imagine pulling an eleven-story building, 300 feet long and nearly 100 ft wide, out of the water. As always, it should be interesting...
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