• Night is when cold and flu gets the worst.
• Forget to take my Medication (stop doing that)
• sleep much as possible (trying trying, easier in the day

• Supply:
• corn beef — low
• Medication — 3
• Blanket (but bad smell)

• those Dogs outside my window again (why me)
• coughs
• Radio works — Radeeo

We found out from just talking to lots of kids — you make artificial gravity by running a tether, which is basically a long rope between it and the burnt-out upper stage, spinning ’em up.

Like a, kind of a nunchucks thing, right?

Right, and the first thing you do when you land on Mars is you drive the truck away from the, uh, the landing site, unwinding a cable as you go —

You mean robots do this.

Yeah, we’ve had local science rovers taking pictures —

Couple of the robots have broken, right?

Well, you know, we’ve been on the ground two years now.

What are they gonna do when they get there?

In any case, we’ve laid out landing beacons.

Why? Because the moralists and the Jews think they’re gonna escape? Now, that’s a direct hit. You see, the hypocrite does not wanna be judged by the reality of what he is; he wants to hide behind — in the case of the Jew, his national identity — or his church affiliation, or his baptism, or his rule-keeping, or his morality.

That’s very well; however, I looked at your book this afternoon, and I think that,

Mr. Kimball, you are the victim, also, of nostalgia. Mr. Kimball?

I think a woman would be a better judge of that. Hello, Debra.

Hello. I’ve come from an abusive marriage.

Just take your time.

I would like to date other men now.

Are you saying that there are implications? That body found last night near the Wild Animal Park?

I object!

Mr. Kimball? Debra, police say that a man dressed in women’s clothing is being kept alive on a life- support system in Palomar Hospital. May I ask you something? Yes, Bill, an apparent double shooting near Escondido has left one man dead. I know how nosy you are.

We need to know your IBMs, important body measurements.

Well, I’m five-foot- seven...

You’re not a lardo, are ya?

...and I weigh about 130.

Oouuh, that’s slender. Martian living.

What if we hopped into bed within two or three dates; then we pulled back and discovered we didn’t really care for each other and it was just the thrashing around that was great?

Oh, that’s beautiful. But I should warn you: this morning, another truck driver passing near that same area spotted another body, that of another man in a skirt, black top, and sandals.

And we’ll be right back.

Please accept the star guide as our gift.

Four minutes after midnight, and good morning.

Thank you. The most interesting people of the planet Earth are flying out in convoy, and yet they may sit in judgment on an immoral world! While in their heart, they’re just filled with the same stuff! They’re like whited sepulchers on the outside; inside, full of dead men’s bones.

Wow! Now, that’s preachin’ to the conscience, folks; that’s to the quick. He’s hopin’ to become a well-renowned author so that he doesn’t have to work at graveyards anymore.

Would you tell us a graveyard experience story?

Well, she was about 16, 18 inches from me.

From your face?

It was very abusive.

Yeah, um, so now ya got power, and you use that power.

Think I have a pint of warm, O-positive blood available.

Okay, but do you, um, do you ever have a habit of doing other things at night other than — I mean, do, do you, uh, like...

Yeah.

Yeah. Do you go out, or do you cruise, or do you watch TV, or...

Enjoy the stars and the mountains.

Good for you.

Yeah.

Wide-open places.

Ya kinda have to — someone that works those clocks that are against the natural body clock. And what’s tran — trans-Mars injection? Just...?

Means no escape.

Beg pardon?

Try to reeealize what this means / The Lord is God, the Lord is God.