Releasing the original blog version of The Martian by Andy Weir, as it happens.

December 10, 2035

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LOG ENTRY: SOL 34 (Dec. 10, 2035)

Well that took a really long time. I’ve been at it all night with the Hydrazine. But I got the job done. 

I could have finished faster, but I figured caution’s best when setting fire to rocket fuel in an enclosed space. 

Boy is this place a tropical jungle now, I’ll tell ya. 

It’s almost 30C in here, and humid as all hell. I just dumped a ton of heat and 50L of water in to the air. 

During this process, the poor Hab had to be the mother of a messy toddler. It’s been replacing the oxygen I’ve used, and the Water Reclaimer is trying to get the humidity down to sane levels. Nothing to be done about the heat. There’s actually no air-conditioning in the Hab. Mars is cold. Getting rid of excess heat isn’t something we expected to deal with. 

I’ve now grown accustomed to the alarms that are blaring at all times. The fire alarm has finally stopped, now that there’s no more fire. The low oxygen alarm should stop soon. The high humidity alarm will take a little longer. The Water Reclaimer has its work cut out for it today. 

For a moment, there yet another alarm. The Water Reclaimer’s main tank was full. Booyah! That’s the kind of problem I want to have!

Remember the spacesuit I vandalized yesterday? I hung it on its rack and carried buckets of water to it from the reclaimer. It can hold an atmosphere of air in. It should be able to handle a few buckets of water. 

Man I’m tired. Been up all night and it’s time to sleep. But I’ll drift off to dreamland in the best mood I’ve been in since Sol 6. Things are finally going my way. In fact, they’re going great! I have a chance to live after all!

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