January 1, 2012
First entry, back in time 18 days. It's January 1, 2012. Made the jump okay, got banged up in the pod pretty good. Skip says they're gonna work out the kinks when we get home. “Gonna take time.” Skip don't get the joke: Time's all we got in this heap. Time and stink and when the cycle clears, a deafening noise like thunder inside-out. No, it ain't like thunder inside-out at all. That was me being poetic. Forget that part. Just that time travel's damn loud, at least in this bucket. Yeah, I can do 100 words easy.