[Computer, Begin Recording]
Personal log, stardate 71907.8
Well, I've started settling in to being on the Discovery. As well as one can settle, anywho. I certainly arrived with a bang.
What am I even supposed to put in these things? I mean, I could spill my guts out, but I'd probably get hospitalized less than a week after I came aboard. Or at the very least have to go through another Psych Eval. No thank you.
So that rules out most of my life, what is there to talk about?
....Theresa, I suppose. She's six now, can you believe it? Or rather, can I believe it, since I'm talking to myself. [He reaches off-screen, picking up an unseen picture]
I remember when she was only just born... [chuckles] I had to race back to Earth when I heard. Speaking of that, damn Klingons are impossible to negotiate a deal with if you desperately need a ride.
Anyway, I'm rambling on. I'm only keeping this because the Counselor suggested it. She didn't say I needed to tell my entire life story. Just to make a short daily entry. [He sarcastically spreads his arms out in a shrug] Well here's my daily entry.
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