Hotter than Mercury

Almost forgot to write in the journal today. Keeping one of these is going to be hard since I actually have to remember to put down all of my thoughts or something. Whatever.

I think I'm just upset because it was hotter than Mercury in Florida today. I really hate weathermen. Or women, whichever happens to be giving me my weather. I usually watch channel twenty eight, which has this short guy with a big mustache and whiny voice that I hate. But usually they're right. Today, not so much. The bastard predicted partly cloudy with chances of spot showers, and what did we get? Freakin' sun and over a hundred degrees of heat.

I think I've derailed myself. Journals are more about what you've done over the day, aren't they?

Well, today I got to put my house on the market. Since I'll be in space for the next decade or so I won't need it, and it doesn't make much sense to take up all that space that someone else could be living in despite the fact that it was a shit-hole near a factory. My friend Leon is taking care of things for me in my absence, so he'll be doing the open houses or whatever and making sure the stuff I want to keep makes it into storage. He also bought the Dodge, so that's taken care of.

The things I wanted to keep with me went into two large suitcases and one smallish one that would come with me onto the ship. Right now, however, they're sitting placidly by the front door, waiting for someone to take me to my ticket off this rock and into the great unknown.

I was given the names of my crewmembers too, but I only looked at two of them before the heat prevented me from looking at the rest. The first was Andrei, a supposedly massive Russian with enough medical experience to crap Tylenol. He was also a skilled soldier, which we would probably need. There would undoubtedly be hostilities with certain natives of certain places, as well as the whole hunter/gatherer thing.

The other person I looked at was Hyosuke, our technician. His profile let me know that while he was short, he could build anything as simple as a homemade explosive to a super computer. He also helped with building the Cthulu, so we would have someone with knowledge of the ship with us without having to learn most of it ourselves.

But right now it's getting past twelve o' clock, so I need to get to sleep. Tomorrow I get to actually meet the crew, and every day launch time is that much closer. This is Jack Babylon, signing off.