i hate space

i could never be an
astronaut.

for one,
i need privacy
when

i relieve myself.
all that isolation too.

where the hell
are we?

hand me the map.
i think we should have made

a left at mars,
the signage is awful

out here in space.

i have no idea if it's
day
or night.

lunch time? i'm so sick
of tang

and energy bars.
and those little sea sick
pills.

how can we get this thing
we're in
to stop rolling
around so much.

are we there yet?
is there a Starbucks?

this space ship coffee is
horrible.

i haven't felt this trapped
since
my last marriage.

alright, alright..i'll
shut up.

move over, let me look
out the window for awhile.