In space, no one can steal your cream

I have started this blog as i can trust no-one on this ship. Whilst on Earth recently, I was advised of this blogging business, so I am using this as oppose to the official log, which is not safe from prying eyes at the the very highest echelons of power.

Today, Mr Sulu bought me gravy instead of coffee from the replicator. When I questioned him about it, he said the replicator must be faulty. It was fine when i checked it later. He must have run a level one diagnostic on it after I highlighted the fault.

I don't know why he was laughing about it with Scotty afterwards. He was evasive when questioned about it.