Man in the plastic bubble.

The medlab chairs aren't any more comfortable to sleep in - my neck's killing me.

It's not up to me to give details, but you might notice eventually Moira and Nate are back, Nate's in medlab, and some of Nate's mates are staying here for a few days. Somethign went wrong on Muir, which explains the freakout of yesterday. I'll leave someone more official to say what happened, but Nate's going to be okay, eventually. And once he is, I'm getting him bloody well laminated for his own protection, I swear.

Now to see if I can't convince Manuel to give me a neck rub before I go to bed.

Uff

So not doing the morning thing. Headache tea, then back to bed with the blanket over my head.

It's days like this I really wish I had never heard of magic...