Waking from Madness.

I wake up from that funny recurring dream I keep having about living planetside selling ground transports.
Oh great there's a comm's light blinking on the system. Must be a personal one as I'd already turned the blink off for the corp/alliance ones.

Yup there's a suprise a find a mail from my CEO. He's had some alliance head on his case about my antics last week, apparently one of the ships I melted was an alt of some alliance member, and wasn't happy about having his ship turned inside out. Yadda yadda yadd, wtf! I'm meant to pay for the ship? No f**king way! I think to myself. He wasn't blue to me! Closing the mail down, I check the rest of the Comm's, nothing of interest, various offers for WH op's and great big fleet invitations, suggestions for Capital skill plans. - I mean seriously.... why would anyone want to fly one of those things!

Leaving my quarters, I head for some food, real food, the benefits of living on a station for a few days, none of that drip fed goo whilst floating in your pod. I send a quick status enquiry to my hanger. Good news the new Taranis has been delivered and the tech's are almost finished the custom mod's I ordered. Can't wait to see how the burst and poly rigs work out.

Checking the chrono, just a few more hours till my launch slot, I wonder if that Armarian barmaid I met last week is free...