Still digging toward the sky, and toward the east, to the big mountains. Not a lot to talk about when it comes to digging. Dig, clear stone, dig, clear stone.
I wonder if my friends think I’m dead.
It’s been at least 247 days since I was on the galaxy net, sending anyone any bad jokes or making fun of their clothes or laughing about things that had happened.
I hope they don’t think I’m mad at them.
…unless they’re not even looking for me. Then maybe I’m mad at them.