poet in dep thought again. plans of destroying earth again crossed his mind, but death of friends denied him is ultimate explosion image. mind is racing, looking for a release, but so far only fire will calm the fires sort to say. Fire has a soothing effect but one cannot hold a lighter for too long or will burn hand *rubs fingers*. wonders if his #1 officer is ok, and hopes his weapon specialist is doing better then yesterday.

emotional states seem to be off for the crew all around. hope spring comes soon for us.

Log end.