Day 42 of searching for celestial star soup, Procrastination Prime rises in the east, tauntingly flavorful. Ocelots have claimed the port side; this was not in the manual. Spent the night adjusting my sextant only to discover it was a fork. Note to self: stars do not correspond to soup cans.
Encountered Ambivalence Asteroid today, did not know whether to navigate past or through. Everyone was in agreement, yet resulted in a heated debate over gravitational pastries. Last heard, the captain was reading origami map fold instructions, thus complicating matters further.
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