Summary:  another log entry

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for profit.

Warning:  None needed

Mood Swings
Copyright by Jan Monroe 1999

Computer, began log entry:

I HATE THESE MOOD SWINGS!  Doc actually wrote the Captain a report demanding
that I have be removed as chief engineer.  He said I was a danger to
the ship and the crew.  That stupid, over-bearing jerk.  How dare he suggest
that I would do ANYTHING to endanger this ship or crew!

All I did was tell him if he didn't get out of my way, I would delete all
his unauthorized subroutines.  You would think for his reaction that I
threatened to destroy his manhood, not erase some stupid operas.

All the senior staff keep at me constantly, "eat regularly," "sleep more,"
"relax," and the one that sets me  off the worst is "Meditate, you'll feel
better." Doc and Tom  are the worst but they all do it, including the Captain.

*sigh*

I'll admit that I've been a little out of control lately.  I've been crying
a lot, screaming even more and I never seem to do either for long.
Tom keeps showing up in engineering at just the right
times.  I don't know whether that is because he knows me so
well or if someone is snitching on me.  I don't know why everyone is so
worried.  I haven't hit anyone, damaged any equipment or caused any
bruises...well...a few bruises.  Tom has been slowing down lately.

Klingon tradition says that you only throw things at your mate.
I know the human part of me deplores my behavior but the Klingon part just
sees it as laying a claim...kind of like repeating your
wedding vows.  I'm not sure the that other crew members appreciate it.

I've gotten used to the idea of having a baby.  I've already started
thinking about names.   I was thinking about call him
"Chakotay" but I don't think that Tom would go for it. I also thought about
giving a boy the middle name "Harry."  I have a feeling that this is going
to take a long time.    I've eliminated my parents names and his dad's.  Our
child should be about the future, not a...*gasp*...reminder of past pain.

*sob*

I'm starting another crying phase....

Computer, end *sob* log.

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