Log Entry: Stardate 9999.99
My starry eyes saw nothing resembling north. Apparently, these are the 'southern stars'. Orion was less of a warrior, more of a dancer. Must recalibrate my headgear. Suggestion: follow the dots like an astral connect-the-dots game.
Log Entry: Stardate 8888.88
Stars aligned, coffee brewed, but ship still adrift. Quadrant 7's wormholes seem to have squabbles amongst them—threw me 180 degrees. Shoutout to the galaxy's GPS for its timely sarcasm.
Log Entry: Stardate 7777.77
The telescope mistook my hand for a comet. Tipped off the chart, must rectify prior judgments. Think less about navigational accuracy, more about stellar karaoke.
Log Entry: Stardate 6666.66
Encountered a nebula that looked suspiciously like spaghetti. Conducted thorough inspection; sauce might be an anomaly. Stars do twinkle differently when hunger strikes.