The rumor mill will grind whatever grist required and as we approach our final days of the trip, it would seem we are that grist. Word has it that a competitor's ship just attempted a crew-x and half the oncoming crew was deported for a particular situation that OUR oncoming crew also faces. Trouble on the horizon...
That was the icing on today's cake. The cake itself was working 9 rather shitty hours before PW, LP and MP called to remind me it was my birthday. How does one forget things like one's own birthday?
I need to get out of here.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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And it's even on my calendar...
Happy Birthday 'Ol Sea Dog...
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