Bizarre alien viruses on the loose, wonderful.

First patient for this strange vampirism disease was Captain Lee himself. The virus was transmitted by rats, escaped from the zoo, it's origins are as of now unknown. Symptoms were psychotic episodes and a very sexy obsession with blood. Too bad it came with a penchant for honesty, by his marking Lera as his mate. The bastard knows full well how I felt and he goes and marks her in public. I HATE YOU CAPTAIN LEE!

And I made a proper idiot of myself too, while restraining him while he was suffering a psychotic fit I poured my own heart out in front of everyone. Mother's milk, I'm so alone...

But enough of petty misery, he will get his in turn, they always do, Demian Tempres has recovered nicely from his altercation with Flare Strife, although he's still traumatized from the incident. I'm glad the counselor is back from starbase, she certainly has work to do. Is it just me or does everyone need some anger management counseling? Oh well, sometimes I think I'm the only island of sanity on this ship.

Speaking of nuts, poor Dammers opened up a bit before we were interrupted by that helpless waif of an Executive Officer from sickbay whining about an equipment problem. Poor little idiot called me instead of maintenance. I swear she's all a brilliant ruse. Sooner or later I'll catch her hand in the cookie jar and that's it, off to Ironbottom on espionage charges. But I digress. The poor dear has had some terrible frights at the hands of Kzinti warriors, and now I don't blame him at all for being nervous around me. I hope there's something I can do to change his mind, he's really sort of cute in that lost kitten sort of way... Hmm... I do have that little holodeck program, it does have a nice success rate in calming flighty men. After all, I'm not getting any younger and I didn't go through all that training to simply toss it away...