Personal Log- I don’t know what’s more disturbing; the possibility that my visions of The Prophets are the result of a degenerative brain disorder, or the possibility that a group of god-like alien entities is tampering with me.

There's an old saying: Fortune favors the bold. And there’s another, less well-known saying: Once you go bald, you never grow back.

Certainly no one in your circle, right Intendant?

𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣’𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙜: 𝙍𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝘿𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙥𝙞𝙚. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧.

I know a lot of you read my messages about rest and think, "I can't rest, I have to take care of everyone else!" My darlings, if you don't take care of yourselves you eventually won't be able to take care of anybody else either. 🖤💙😷🥄

. ɹɐǝuıl ʇou sı ʇI

Picard is a menace.

Personal Log: Despite my calm, collected demeanor, I sometimes wrestle with my own inner demons. And sometimes, we just snuggle.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯.

Note to self: Never eat peach jello in front of a changeling.

Time is not linear. It doesn’t go along on a steady course like a road from New Orleans to New York. It has no beginning and it has no end, nor is it the same to one person as it is to another, nor to two planets or a million stars. It is different in all circumstances. It is relative.

We shouldn’t fear the unknown. It is is the unknown that defines our existence. We are constantly searching, not just for answers to our questions, but for new questions. We are explorers.

Personal log: Today, at 13:00 hrs, Worf walked into OPS sporting a shockingly red mane of hair. When asked about it, his only response was that “Today was a good day to dye.”

The timeline… ˙ɹɐǝuıl ʇou s’ʇI