Six Little Dots

Okay, this is gonna sound really stupid, but I gotta ask.

Did anyone else wake up this morning and find out that their injuries were magically healed or something? Cause, yeah. That's me.

Okay. Putting all this in here for future reference since the fucking internet isn't working. I paid good money for internet access, you'd think they could get it working again quickly.

Yeah. WORST VACATION EVER. I posted on Facebook that Niles and I both got sick as fuck last night. Well that was just the beginning of the shit. A little before midnight, Pooper decided he needed to go to the bathroom and I took him to the greenhousey thing to take care of it. Right after midnight... I still don't know what happened. They said it was some freak perfect storm type thing, and it just tossed the ship around like crazy. I still don't know what all hit me while I was in there. A bunch of plants, so I suppose it could've been worse or whatever, but still, they should have that shit nailed down or something. Broke a rib on a table, too, which yeah, that's gonna make things fun for the next few days. Thank fuck Niles wasn't hurt, though. He was a good boy and stuck by me the whole time.

I don't know how long I slept under all the dirt. I finally got out of there and this security guard, Ronnie, who's really nice but kinda clueless like most men showed me to the medical area. They freaked the fuck OUT dealing with the blindie chick, I swear they had no idea what to do with me. But they bandaged up my side and head and I got this little Mexican housekeeping lady to come in and clean up so I didn't fucking run into shit in the room.

They said that we're still heading to Bermuda, and all I know is as soon as we get cell phone service back, fuck the international rates and shit, I'm calling daddy and getting two things- a flight back home and our fucking lawyers on the phone. Better to jump on it as soon as possible before everyone else tries to get their piece of the pie.

I dunno what I'm gonna do tonight. I got in a little flame war on the in-ship journals- funny how those are still working, but the rest of it isn't. Some dumbass posted a fairy tale and proved his stupidity about women and life in general. But that got boring. And I think someone let their retarded kid on the journals too, cause there was one I saw that just made no fucking sense at all. Probably go grab food and then read a bit before just going to bed.

Woo. Fun fucking vacation.

Oh! And my watch broke too! Yeah, the really nice one I got for Christmas. The warranty will probably cover it at least.

Megan Henderson is spending New Year's Eve trying not to throw up. Niles has already lost that fight. Poor pupster.

I Deck - 1007 - The Chaste Tree

Megan’s room isn’t lavishly decorated the way many of the other rooms are, but it is still very pleasing to the senses. It is themed around the Chaste tree, which was a tree or shrub with purple flowers, sacred to the goddesses Hera, Hestia, Artemis, and Demeter. It is said the goddess Hera was born and nursed beneath a sacred Chaste tree on the island of Samos. The floors are covered in lush forest-green carpets, the walls painted with floor-to-ceiling murals of forests and meadows. Living Chaste trees and shrubs, along with their flowers, are all through-out the room - though carefully placed so as not to be a hazard when walking through the room. The room has a delightful earthy and floral scent from all the living greenery.

The main sitting room has a small kitchenette, as well as couch and two armchairs. The furniture is upholstered in soft lavender fabrics. There is a flat-screen TV on the wall. The curtains covering the balcony doors are lavender cotton.

The bedroom has a computer desk and queen size bed.

Megan has one of the Penelope suites, which means in her bathroom she has a spa tub. Yay shinies.