Foster Base

[Jihadjoe]

Adam's Personal Log - 30/08-ENTRY9130

I realised I've not made any log entries since my little breakdown, with the axe and all that nasty stuff. Amy locked me in the armory to prevent me from... Well. She walked outside and found Jack and myself clawing at one another's throats, apparently. Not that I remember. Jack still scares the hell out of me, even though he's been unconcious for a few weeks now. Self inflicted coma. Apparently nobody should try and eat that much soap.

I'm trying to regain some focus. Amy seems to be the only one here who's not suffering. She needed my help repairing the air conditioning, so we got a pair of the external maintenance suits from the docking bay, and started working. It cost me three month's savings in bolts, but I'm not too fussed any more. I think there are better things to worry about now. At least people can survive for more than ten minutes at a time on that deck now.

Timmy asked to borrow my bed last week. I'm not using it, so I said yes. The armory is like a little haven of sanity these days. Outside I find myself with these weird urges to do stuff which can only be described as mindblowingly crazy, but when I sit inside and lock that door, with only one other person to keep me company, it seems like my brain just calms down a bit. Who'd have thought the cure for isolation was greater isolation?

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