The Ambassador is in his daily meditation period, sometimes spanning three hours, sometimes only forty-five minutes. Brevity is of the essence. He's required more supervision as of late, having come back from his most recent mission with a pamphlet instructing him to "love his brother" which he takes to mean harassing the Ensign.
The Ensign is currently occupying the viewing screen to learn more about the Ambassador's favorite music in an effort to find common ground and avoid more racquet incidents. As loudly as the Ensign complains about his lack of coordination, the Ambassador seems intent on introducing him to racquetball, usually with said sporting equipment to the face.
The Commander and Cadet are off on their daily missions. The Cadet's shuttle has returned in full repair, however the Commander's shuttle is in desperate need of re-registration. The Commander's communication device is offline, so our only hope is that he recalls the secondary mission was registration.
I am updating a sorely neglected log in the midst of preparing for the Starbase upgrade in sixteen Earthdays. I daresay the galley in the new Starbase will be very bright and cheerful with all the pieces of plastic I've discovered in the inventory. I was unaware the color "blue" came in so many different uses: to hold sponges, spoons, magnets... It appears only to be a matter of time before I find even more old oddities, such as my nametag from the Academy.
Speaking of, I have elected to spend part of my mythical spare time in continuing my certification for Engineering. I am fully aware my reasons are petty; the main reason for continuing learning would be, when I need personal space, I can simply point our I have homework and that is always respected. Again, rather cruel, however necessary.
And the fifteen minutes allotted for log time have ended and I must resume preparations before the Ambassador "revives".
