"January 16, 3058, The Universe Tunnel System 15:00
I had a rather rough day today. Actually, "rather rough" is a severe understatement. I'll get to the painful parts soon.
So many lightyears we've traveled together. I'm not going to be missing Mark that much. What an idiot he was. "Hey, guys, look at my muscles!" Next day: "Hey guys, look at my new t-shirt!" Next day: "Heh-heh... that tickles..."
What tickles, Mark, what- Ooohh... Yeah, now that I think of it, I REALLY don't want the answer to that question.
Anyway, now we've been forced underground. Kate and I are so feared now by the public (thanks to me and social media), we can't show our faces anymore. Now I'm starting to feel bad about killing Mark. He was something close to one of my only living accomplices. Oh, well, I need to watch my impulses.
I can't believe my life has gone in this direction. I started out as a regular kid, with a nice upbringing, and look where I am now: A fugitive who is hated by the populated Universe thanks to the government, being chased by three superhuman bounty hunters and... damn, I need a shower, and I need it bad.
I have an ominous feeling about what's going to happen next. I feel like karma will eventually turn on me, if it hasn't already. I starting to worry that by some coincidence, I'm walking down the street, and I'm all like, "Hey, everybody, how's it going, I'm a wanted fugitive and all that crap, and like - hey, what's falling from the sky?" SPLAT! And that was the end of Ryan Traip. Goody me.
You know, I could probably just go in a infinite loop and say, "How and why did I get in this mess in the first place?", but then I would just repeat the story, get to the point where I questioned my position in the universe, and repeat forever and ever and ever and ever...
If any of you remember at the beginning of this entry, I said that I'll get to the "rather rough" part of my day. Well, here it comes. Kind of like giving birth to a baby or going to the bathroom after a 5-hour hover car ride where you almost wet your pants for the last 2 hours: A big relief. Actually, the baby metaphor doesn't make so much sense, since I'm a boy and all, and I haven't - and hopefully never will - holding a baby in my stomach for somewhat 9 months, then pushing some huge load out... *shudder* *shudder* *shudder* Blegh.