Tired. Yesterday was a hell day. I even lost my temper once…kind of. Took at nap at lunch, and then when I got home. Woke up at 7.00 when the gamers arrived, and microwaved a hotdog, grabbed a beer and headed towards the living room to continue on my strange mission, investigating what went wrong at the arctic post. So far, I have froze to death, been shot by a member of my own company, electrocuted, burned (several times), failed my mission twice (crew member died) and eaten only once.