Day 661: holidays

Day 661:

It occurs to me that I’ve been here long enough at this point that I’ve missed years of major holidays. Planetary Independence Day has come and gone at least twice. New Year’s, obviously, at least two. And forget all the Earth-time-based holidays, since without a conversion calendar I have no idea what day it is on the home planet these days.

It’s always spring here, always just early June where it’d be nice to have a jacket in the middle of the night but not so hot during the day that I want to strip naked. (Which is really good considering the monsters.

And I think without the seasons change or the ship-based reminders, it’s just really hard to keep track of the date.

(Plus I’m still not sure this isn’t all a hallucination.)

It doesn’t feel like solstice, but this planet might not have a solstice.

It’s just really odd.

Day 660: walls

Day 660:

It occurs to me that all this loose cobblestone I’ve got filling bins and boxes and anything else I can use it for so it doesn’t constantly trip me could probably be used as the foundation of a good solid home.

This place is like swiss cheese. Sometimes I have no idea how it stays together with me digging giant tunnels through it. I swear I saw a rock float the other day.

Day 659: pants

Day 659:

Came out of my cave this morning and got jumped by six zombies, two skeletons, and an exploding giraffe-corgi.

Somewhere along the lines the zombies and the skeletons started fighting, but not until someone, I’m still not sure who, had managed to shred the seat out of my armor.

Let me just say that when you’re in the middle of a firefight for your life, suddenly feeling a breeze in the nether regions is not exactly what you’re looking for.

I’ve got the situation straightened out now, minus a good number of cuts and bruises. I’m seriously considering the possibility of taking a day off tomorrow.

Day 658: Time to face the truth

Day 658:

It’s time for me to admit that I’m apparently too frightened to head toward the village.

I mean, it’s fair to be afraid, right? I spent a long time here thinking I was the only live humanoid, and once I did meet other people they either wanted to sell me things or kill me.

Not exactly encouraging. Even having grown up in a capitalist society.

So I don’t want to go to the village, which is why I’m literally as far way as I can manage, mining things and building a map and doing things that have no relevance whatsoever to getting to the village.

I don’t think it’ll stay this way forever, but I do think it might take me a while to snap out of it. So in the meantime, I’m at least admitting that I’m not making progress toward my goal because I’m afraid my goal will try to murder me. And I think that’s a step in the right (mental) direction.

Day 657: I know where I am now

Day 657:

I finally decided to just camp in a relatively secure spot in the mine I’m digging last night and got some sleep. I turned around this morning and there was the route out of the cave. Sleeplessness does strange things to the brain, I would swear those markers weren’t there yesterday.

Anyway, home safe and making myself a new pair of boots because the old pair fell apart when a skeleton shot me in the foot. My foot’s fine, the boots not so much.