Stardate 2260.02856

It was worth asking Spock for help. Jim stomped into my office with his nose all bent out of shape because he couldn't get into my personal log. After several minutes of lively discussion over the meaning of the word 'personal', he stomped back out pissier than an Atlanta debutante stood up at the cotillion. Pretty sure I heard Spock's name used in vain on his way out. Well, not much keeping who encrypted my stuff a secret. Only ones really able to pull that off well enough to stall Jim are Spock and Chekov.