DIARY OF CADET ALAN A. RICHARDSON 0005
04 Dec 2020Chillsner
DIARY OF CADET ALAN A. RICHARDSON 00050600
I haven't made a diary entry for a while. Cadet Mallory decided to hack into my terminal and broadcast my entries to the entire Carrier. I hope for the sake of my career that the Commander hasn't seen them yet.
They did point out that 'Dear Diary' sounds like something a teenage girl would write, so I'm going to make then a bit more structures. As well as plot my sweet, sweet revenge.
0730
There are still a couple of thousand mystery food pouches left. Breakfast, today, was Pasta Carbonara with Worcestershire Sauce. Not bad at all. Gave me the farts, which was oddly useful in a Zero-G environment.
1000
Accidentally sharted, so returned to my bunkroom for a change of uniform. Found Cadet Decker from the nightshift hadn't secured himself to his Zero-G bed and was floating about the room. I steered him into the shower cubicle and set it to activate on sound.
1200
Lunch. Cheerios and Vegemite. Yuck.
1300
Zero-G combat training. Yes! Something I am good at. The enemy's gate is down.
1800
Passed the Commander in the corridor, he was definitely suppressing a smile.
1830
Dinner. Salmon and Custard. Close enough.
2100
Finally managed to get my head down. Cadet Decker had hidden my blanket and pillow. Idiot. I took his.