I'm posting this out of a seance of duty, not that I think the events of yesterday were all that significant. It was a typical mid-mission exhaustion kind of night. Stuff got dropped, passwords went missing, some one dropped a stink bomb...that sort of thing. I suppose it's incumbent on me to note the irony of Caliban dropping the "oregano" and then laughing so as to be incoherent for the next few seconds. He, at least, had the right attitude about this minor fiasco.
I didn't find the pants thing to be that big a deal. Maybe it's because it's happened before. Launch got his stuck in the rigging good and it took more effort to get those down. Chuckles gets point for keeping them compact and off the lights. I'd score it 3 out of 5. But that's off the top of my head and through a fog of sleep deprivation. I mean the event happened when I was way tiered. I'm not sleep deprived now. I'm on vacation.
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