Last night, she packed my suitcases in preparation for my trip to Mars. Blast-off is at 9:00 this morning, at which time I will be thoroughly intoxicated. I am feeling quite isolated in the near vacuum extending between the planets and stars and have no way to gauge the passage of time.
I believe it will be quite a while before I return to Earth and grapple with the fact that the public has a grossly inflated sense of my personal qualities. Oh, no, no, no. I am an astronaut, spending the prime of his life alone in outer space.
Mars is not a favorable location for child-rearing. Indeed, it is quite chilly there. And besides, there is no one else around to help with the parenting. I don't actually grasp all the technology that makes my journey possible; I just follow instructions. An astronaut. An astronaut.
And I believe it will be quite a while. And I believe it will be quite a while. And I believe it will be quite a while. And I believe it will be quite a while. And I believe it will be quite a while. And I believe it will be quite a while. And I believe it will be quite a while. And I believe it will be quite a while. And I believe it will be quite a while. And I believe it will be quite a while.
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