Day 17. I haven't written in my diary for a few days, just because I don't have to write "Ate. Pooped." But I don't really know what to write now either. I continue to sort through and organize the contents of the personal lockers in more detail. You could say I'm a thief, because I'm invading people's personal space and taking their belongings. But in that case, I'm the first space thief in history, which sounds much better.
I must say that the looting process is progressing rather slowly. It's quite difficult to breathe in the compartment outside my tent, and the further you move away from it, the harder it gets. So I started with my closest "neighbors" and decided to use a spacesuit, damn it, for more distant forays around the ship.