Log entry 2-5-00.5

Necrosabor recording.

After some heavy meditation, a dose of the hangover cure, and a promise to never play strip poker again, I now have control back over my log. Though I don't know what all was done while I was away, I'm fine with it. Something tells me I'll need to be leaving this dimension soon, but the people here are a rather nice bunch.

Hold on, Spock and McCoy are asking me to attend a meeting with the captain, whatever it is, it must be a serious matter to require my attention.

I just hope things aren't as bad as I fear they will get. Usually when I'm involved it is on the catastrophic scale. Uh-o I'm late! Recorder… end entry!

*recorder stops*