I saw home. Dreamed home, I dreamed of sepia sunshine and valleys that stretch across the endless surface. I woke up, once again, disappointed. The galaxy is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.
Most of the day has been spent trying to fix the interior airflow. No luck. I have to rely on my space suit to keep me breathing instead, and having to chage suit air supple every four hours has became too tedious. I then chose to shut my self in a pod, timed to wake me up every twelve hours for routine check, or before collision.