Arthur's Log vol 2.0

Star date: Unknown
Time: Feels like 2:15 PM
Mood: Not Happy :(

I didn’t think I would be writing again so soon, but I am so mad I could spit. I hate this ship. I hate the people and things on it, but most of all, I hate the Nutri-Matic Drink synthesizer. All I wanted was a cup of tea. One sodding cup of tea. But six attempts later, all I had was a soggy mess and a profound loathing for the phrase, ‘Share and Enjoy’. I’m sorry, but I did not ‘enjoy’ any of it. But I am going to ‘share’. Oh, am I going to share. I am going to go share with Zaphod and Ford exactly what I think of them and their ship!

On second thought, maybe that isn’t the best plan. Confronting those two won’t solve anything. They’d just give me that “Oh, Arthur” look again and offer me one of those Pan-Galactic Gargle thingies and tell me to go sit in the corner. Maybe it would be a good idea to get completely smashed though. At least if I was drunk off my gourd I could stop thinking all the time. On the other hand, I don’t think I fancy the hangover that will more than likely come with it. Trillian told me that drinking one those things is like ramming a lemon wedge into your brain. To me, that doesn’t sound pleasant at all.

I wonder what all those siren noises are about? Hm, they really are getting loud. Oh well, I’m sure the others will deal with it. They’ve all made it perfectly clear that I am not capable of helping with anything. Well that’s just fine by me. I want no part of this ‘constant crisis’ and ‘infinite peril’ malarkey they are always going on about.
Wow, those alarms really are getting annoying. Maybe I’ll go look for a kettle and try and make some tea out of something…

Arthur