This building we work in is essentially a big tin shed. A shipping container on steroids. There are no windows, just corrugated steel the colour of an exsanguinated corpse. 334 more words
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Sacrifices have to be made on the International Space Station, and one of them is having to have your PB&J sandwiches on a tortilla. Oy!
Hey everyone! I hope you had a happy Easter/Passover/whatever it is you celebrate, and a happy Spring as well! I finished this book fairly recently (something else happened on that same day, which I’ll tell you about later), and I loved it! 215 more words