CAPTAIN'S loooooooog: stardate: 2735: Spock iiiiiis (dp) no longer high and (dp) my head no longer feels (dp) like a throbbing jalapino. (dp) All in all (dp) I'd say-

Suddenly the Captain's log burst into flames.

"Johnsen!"

"Oops..."

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AN: There. Another story done.It occurs to me that I have not given credit where credit is due, and I'm not sure if I did it on the Happy Space Nazis. Either way, I'd like to acknowledge my friend, John, for helping with ideas when I was stuck, Ciara Irish Emerald (PLEASE STOP CHANGING YOUR DARN NAME!!!) for reviewing and helping with spelling although I seriously doubt her help did alot because I'm an attrocious speller (see?) even with help. 45 min. looking though the yellow pages trying to find: 'bycycle'. *shakes head* anyway, I'd also like to thank any and all who reviewed. It's your reviews and the thoughts at getting even with my evil English teachers that say I can't write well that keep me writing. And if you stop reviewing I'll only have evil thoughts to go on and that would just be soo horrible!!! Well, now I'm rambeling, so I'll go write some more. *screams ring out* Oh shut up. I'll make it better, don't you worry. Tschuss!