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Nov. 8th, 2012
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clearblueskyIt took a while but eventually the little holding cell that Krista had been in sprung her loose and she was free to explore the...ship as much as she wanted. That didn't amount to much, since there ended up being places she couldn't even access and after giving it a shot for a few hours, she'd gone to bed and called it a night.
In all that excitement, it seemed she missed her birthday so today is as good a day as any to call November 7th all over again. Mel isn't here, Bobby isn't here and the only person she guesses she knows is Harry, the guy who'd been stuck in quarantine with her. While he's not a bad guy (from what little she could tell), he's not her family or her friends and she's a little down about that.
It is, of course, completely stupid. She's thirty two years old, not five, and spending one birthday by herself shouldn't be the end of the freaking world. Except, well, it kinda is. This is the first time she's spent her birthday outside of Yellowknife, much less the NWT, and it's absolutely shitty.
Instead of sitting in her room and feeling sorry for herself, Krista decides to go try to see if she can find something that passes for a cake, instead, and winds up in the kitchen.
"Well. Happy freaking belated birthday to me, huh?"
In all that excitement, it seemed she missed her birthday so today is as good a day as any to call November 7th all over again. Mel isn't here, Bobby isn't here and the only person she guesses she knows is Harry, the guy who'd been stuck in quarantine with her. While he's not a bad guy (from what little she could tell), he's not her family or her friends and she's a little down about that.
It is, of course, completely stupid. She's thirty two years old, not five, and spending one birthday by herself shouldn't be the end of the freaking world. Except, well, it kinda is. This is the first time she's spent her birthday outside of Yellowknife, much less the NWT, and it's absolutely shitty.
Instead of sitting in her room and feeling sorry for herself, Krista decides to go try to see if she can find something that passes for a cake, instead, and winds up in the kitchen.
"Well. Happy freaking belated birthday to me, huh?"