As the title suggests, I think I may have over-eaten. Considering what I'm about to be doing, a decent meal, but not too heavy, would've been much better than the heavy foods I just gorged on. Sweet potato fries usually aren't that tasty to me, but they were offset with the mashed potatoes. I know, so many starches. But, the bratwursts were the real heft of my lunch. Ugh, just thinking about food is making my stomach churn with anger. I don't think I could eat another bite of anything. Certainly not the best day to be my tummy.
As I hinted at before, me and a few others are about to do some rigorous stuff shortly. Ships don't pull themselves in, you know.
EDIT: Well, the ship pulled in, and its secure to the pier. I must say that 40,000 tons of steel pulling against a rope width of a person's wrist makes an extremely ominous sound. Luckily, none of the lines snapped, or broke. The nylon lines are notorious for causing severe damage to anything and everything around it when it breaks.
I'm back to my home away from my home away from home. Going to have to stay the night, like I always have to, these few days. At least it's quiet at night - unless there's a needlegun above your head. But, if it isn't quiet, at least it's nice and dark when you lay your head down to sleep - unless someone feels the need to rearrange their locker utilizing every light known to man. Even then, if it isn't either of those, it's nice and cool at night - unless the A/C plant is down for repairs. Come to think of it, I hate this place. I want to go home.