Dear Space Diary,
Well, we didn’t die. We’ve got a dope greenhouse here (despite its lack of dope), so it looks like we can survive for a while. Baxter is still pretty lame, but I’m confident I can turn him into a rad dude like myself. Only time will tell, Space Diary, and we’ve got a lot of that.
XOXO,
Chuck Fisticuffs Rockwood, P.O.S. (President of Space)