Journal Entry 031/0081 I gritted my teeth and walked in the one-fifth gravity to the stepping disk and ordered it to take me home.Journal Entry 031/0081 I gritted my teeth and walked in the one-fifth gravity to the stepping disk and ordered it to take me home. The sudden increase in weight slugged me, and it simply fed my anger. GODDAMN HER! I stormed past some people in the hallway as I walked towards my home. I heard a voice behind me: "Ken..." Paul. Go The Fuck Away. The door slid open and I walked through, settling into the couch, still seething. Damn damn damn damn. I do not need this! There was a knock at the door. "What?" I snarled. "Ken?" It was Paul again. I took a deep breath, sighed, and said "Come in Paul." The door opened again, and the Centaur walked in and looked around. He stepped carefully over to the other side of the coffee table and settled onto the floor, folding his legs under him. "Are you okay?" "No, I am not okay, but thank you for asking." I looked down at my hands, which felt cold, and rubbed them together. "What's up? Last I heard, you were up at Alpha with Miss Traken." "Yeah, last you heard. And last you're gonna hear about that," I said, angrily. |