I see the darkness of my soul crying out from the very depths of hell while a raging inferno of doubt and self loathing surround and embrace me like a lost lover.
titan_uk I am a space traveling psychiatrist...I make ship calls (think house calls). Sounds like you've been out a bit too long and suffering from the all too common symptoms of Spacesheepitis. It's very technical so I won't get in to it too much. But if you need help out there just let me know and I'll jump out there for a reasonable priced evaluation of your mental stability.
Not necessary thanks, my absolutely real travelling companion Arthur the Invisible Unibat (a 2ft high, pink and purple, unicorn/wombat cross) has assured me I'm fine.
The Pilots Federation reminds you that the Sheep Nebula will never threaten to stab you and, in fact, cannot speak. In the event that the Sheep Nebula does speak, the Pilots Federation urges you to disregard its advice.
There's a Cloud Appreciation Society so let's start the SAS - Stellar Appreciation Society alternatively known as stuff that looks like other stuff. Post piccies of faces on planets, moons, etc