Starship Log: 005

The 0-Gee wrenches aren’t holding up as well as I’d like. Had to chew out one of the engineers, he was probably drunk when he signed off on it. Got to get these guys to do their job.
Cathy tried to button-hole me at lunch again. Managed to “get a drink” and loose her. Maybe I can have my meals delivered to my quarters?
Weightlesness is starting to feel normal. More proficient at moving about now.
C.E. is is starting to run together; After a while it all kind of dissolves into drivel. I wonder if the editors all had the same taste, or if our culture is just that homogeneous. Need to return it soon anyhow.