My tank top is too big, and every time I look down my tits are hanging out (more than usual).

We’re setting up the new Space Station. It’s ok, I suppose – after I get over the fact that they completely ignored the floorplan and sat people all willy-nilly (giving away my spot to the loudest guy in the world, and putting him in the Support section), I’m sure it’ll be just super.

We’re on the third floor now, and our windows open. I theoretically COULD take a flying leap out the window!