Day 13. I finally found a sedative. A small bottle of cognac, which some clever bug had hidden at the bottom of his luggage container, wrapped in ugly Hawaiian shirts. How did he manage that? After all, all personal belongings are repeatedly inspected and scanned.
I think long and hard about whether to try it, but in the end I decide against it. After all, the situation is still extreme and I need to keep a clear head. I'll save it for later. Maybe when the answer comes from Earth... If I live sure to see it, that is... I'll open it and definitely get drunk with joy.
I can't get Barbara out of my head. I couldn't even jerk off properly while watching porn because I saw her features in every actress. Damn it! What's wrong with my head?