Not On The Mailing List

"Fine," replied Jun Li, still in my head. "Then shit has not hit the fan yet, everything is fine, but the head of the Uugazt fleet is trying to get a hold of you. I'll have two cups of coffee waiting for you at the captain's chair. Chop chop, time to get a move on."

I moaned and buried myself under GA, not caring if he was uncomfortable. I was not in the mood to deal with anything today. My period was still kicking my ass; I was cranky, bloated, and probably incapable of pleasant conversation. All I wanted to do was stay in my nest, put on something to watch, and veg.

Why was it that living in space, with no work or obligations of any kind, was busier and more stressful than having a full-time job at the university? This was bullshit.

"We can deal with whatever is upsetting you," said Da'kea, rising up onto one elbow and looking at me. "Just let us know."