To Boldly Go Where I've Gone Before. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

Have I mentioned I’m going on my third Star Trek cruise? I leave at 2:27 PM today, and I am EXCITED. Paid the rent, just tying up some loose ends at this point. Timing my food so I’m not hungry. Collecting little things.

I’m one of those boys who waits until the “last minute” to pack. Thing is, I’m a light packer.

Not too much fudge. ; )

I’m contemplating mind-melding with the ship. I’m a bit cyclic when it comes to memories. Maybe I’ll go on one again, maybe not. Very heavily not next year. As if, if I ever need to rebirth, I could return to “the cruise ship” and reset myself. If that makes sense.

I just have these feelings from two years ago, and three years ago. Some related to recovery, some joy. Some of turning a corner. Some of just an oasis in time where time stands still.

I mean, look what happened to the world the last time I went on vacation two years ago.

YOU REMEMBER MARCH 2020.

The apartment lot is covered in ice, but I checked the weather for next week. 60’s. I know damn well I’m not parked between the lines. Ha ha. Ooops.

I meant to buy condoms, but seriously? What the hell are the odds of THAT happening? Then again, the world ended two years ago. Maybe my luck will swing the other way. Would make one hell of a story, for sure.

“But it’s a boat full of Trekkies.”

And did you know there’s a subsection of Trekkies that are absolutely convinced that Klingons have two penises?

Trekkies are freaks, dude.

Anyway, while there may be a post or two on facebook, if I do actually post pictures, probably on instagram. I hate that whole “HEY FOLLOW ME”, but trying to individually link pictures here, forget it.

https://www.instagram.com/mickdiddleyquack/

LIVE LONG AND PROSPER, MOTHERFUCKERS.