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Sometimes when I'm alone I like to listen to music and eat french fries. Sometimes I don't eat at all. Either that or I sit there and sing. Most people like it when they hear a whistle blow in the wind. Or wait those are wind chimes aren't they. My bad Wind chimes. There's this really cool chair I wanted to pick up at IKEA. I thought it would be nice because I have a bad back and all. But really i think I just want it for aesthetic reasons. What's your opinion? Should I get this chair?
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Captain's Log, Star date 423395:

It's been a long voyage across the Galactus Nebula. The men are growing weary and we are starting to run out of rations. The more I think about it the more I realize the futility of this mission. No longer do I see the purpose as to why we were sent to explore an unknown territory where no Starship has gone before. As the days go by I feel the grasp of reality slowly slipping away. We've been traveling for over 20 years and there looks to be no end in site. I only wish that I may see Earth one more time. For I logn for the Sandy beaches of Tungsten Bay and the feel of the warm sunshine on my face as I lay in the sand basking in it's glow. Instead I am faced with the task of keeping my crew from resulting to cannibalism as we no longer can replenish our food sources. As bleak as our situation may seem I hold on to the last ounces of hope I have left that we can accomplish our mission and find a new settlement for our people. Our losses are great and the crew is starting to lose faith. I've tried for days to raise our hopes as much as I can with whatever possible means necessary. We're running low on Oxygen and the ship is crumbling as we speak. Our last battle with the Omicron Clan has forced us to conserve as much as we can. As I stand here today i have come to the realization that the future as it may seem has grown darker and darker as the days go by. Months go by and the concept of hope has completely become lost as I go mad into the depths of my personal hell. Within years we, the crew of the Starship Fortunato, will be lost in the endless abyss of space. Half the crw has finally resorted to cannibalism and I am the last of those of which who find myself fighting for my very own life for the people I swore to protect. Life as we know it is over. Within moments they will break down my door and come for me. As I await my impending doom. I look out the port window of my quarters and prepare for the worst. Tell my family I love them.

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Man I just can't seem to sleep for some reason. Even writing short stories doesn't help. Usually I grab a pen and paper or open up notepad and start stream of thought writing to get things out of my head. But today seems different. Why can't I sleep. Self introspection is hard. I need to find me a hammer and a bag of ice. The hammer to knock myself out and the bag of ice for my head to fall on to heal the lumps.