January 1, 2362

They graduated me early, top honors for my class. I went home to Qo'noS again and Korth has been helping me negotiate the finer points of my contract out before I start work.

It sounds like Toby had been right, they seem to want to put me straight onto a crew, and apparently that Travis asshole will be the navigator/emergency engineer. He's probably still as much of an ass as he was over half a year ago. Oh well, I'll deal with him as I have to.

I swear, however, that if I don't get laid soon, I'd fuck even him! It is so frustrating. I will have to kill Toby if I ever get my hands on him again, after having him fuck my brains out, of course. If he hadn't spoiled me those two weeks, only to vanish without a trace, I probably wouldn't be so sex starved now. Fuck. Fuck me sky diving. Oooh, that might be fun, should start a to do list.

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