08:00 p.m.
The crew had gone out for dinner. I, as usual, decided to say behind.
I turned on the motor to fill the roof tank, and went scrounging in the fridge. I decided to make myself a cheese sandwich. Quick and easy.
Suddenly the roof tank was overflowing and the drainage pipe which ran down the center of the kitchen burst open. I turned off the motor and opened all the valves.
The crew came back from dinner and one of them was engaged. It was his bachelor's party tonight and they went up the terrace to celebrate.
The tank had drained completely and now there was no running water in the taps. I switched the motor on again and went to ask H if I could use the cheese. H said it was J's. J was on the rooftop celebrating his bachelor's party. I sent H to ask J. J said it was D's. D was still out so I would have to wait for him.
It was now past midnight and I still hadn't made my sandwich. The party was still on and the rest had gone to sleep. No one had asked me if I'd had something for dinner. I went to the pantry and there was no bread. There was 3 tomatoes left on the rack and they'd gone bad.
I opened the fridge and the cheese was gone. I grabbed the bag of cucumbers and sat at the table. It was almost morning. I hadn't made my sandwich, and I was starving.
Captain's Log Stardate 5476.3: I have just had the sad duty of informing D that the cheese he had purchased now lies disassembled as molten fragments at the bottom of my stomach. Morale is low, and our attempts to reconcile our differences have been, so far, unsuccessful.
How reserved/restrained do you feel in your waking life?