The shrink says it helps to write, but all I can write about is Dean Turner. I’ve started drawing him too. Just based on that newspaper clipping with the other astronauts.
All that is visible is a fraction of his face. But I feel like I know him. So I drew the rest of his body. Maybe I’ll post the drawing I came up with.
Had another all nighter last night. I coughed blood over the sink but cleaned it quickly before Lisa found it.
Morning loses all meaning when you don’t sleep. A week is nothing but a long day without a pause.
Time is running out.
Until next time.
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