Category: One Among the Dead

Day 737:

My digging has brought me back to the ravine, and for some reason the skeletons zombies are still congregating there. I even saw a “kid” zombie with a shovel! If he had been on my side of the ravine, I’d have an extra shovel.

I’m not likely to find diamonds sticking straight out of the ground, here, so I’ve given myself permission to get past it as fast as I can. Unfortunately that still means clearing a lot of stone and rubble going down.

It’s tempting to use that rubble to fill up the ravine, but then when I get down there I’ll have to dig through my own rubble to check for diamonds, and that’s annoying.

Day 736:

I exhausted the vein of granite and discovered I was between floors I’d already built…. so I cleared out a whole lot of rubble.

It turns out rubble clearing is enough to finally make me sleepy. So then I slept a really long time, and the world looks a little sunnier now.

Sometimes sleep is the best cure.

Well, for mind troubles, anyway. I’ve never seen it cure a splinter. And I have a doozy of a splinter in that tiny bit of webbing between two of my fingers right now…

Anyway, I’m moving back down to the level where I started tomorrow to get back to looking for diamonds, and hoping that maybe we’ll have less drama from here on out. Splinters are enough for me right now.

Day 735:

I’m still digging up.

I’m also still awake after I don’t know how many hours straight.

Sleep isn’t working right now, which I guess isn’t a surprise. Traumatic event, weird biorhythms, stress, etc.

But I was kind of hoping I was doing enough digging to convince my body it needed a repair cycle.

Either I’m in such good shape that I don’t need the sleep yet, or I’m in such bad shape that my body can no longer tell when I need sleep.

I’m hoping it’s the first one, and I’m chasing this vein of granite toward the sky.

Obviously if I hit the outside world I’ll have to go take a nap — or at least leave the mine until I can block it off — because the monsters run thick on the grass layer at night.

But for now, I dig and worry, worry and dig.

Day 734:

I went back down into the mine today because diamonds are not going to dig themselves.

At first it was hard, but then I got to swinging my pickaxe and clearing the rubble and laying floor and the monotony of it took my mind off what happened a few days ago.

I mean, not totally, the nightmares were still clawing at the back of my mind’s eye, but the monotony helped. The fact that I’ve done probably thousands of hours digging here helped. The exploding giraffe corgi that tried to blow me through the roof, strangely, helped.

So the ravine is now covered by floor and nothing can climb into the current cavern and fall a gazillion meters to its death anymore.

And I found a vein of granite that goes up, so I’m digging up again… which I really should stop doing, because those diamonds aren’t going to mine themselves.

Day 733:

Had nightmares all night. The zombies moaning outside my window didn’t help.

It was a bright sunny day today so I sheared my sheep. They were a bit too fluffy for their own comfort, and for my taste in sheep haircuts.

I have to say shearing sheep is not the easiest thing in the world but these sheep seem to be OK with it.

I’m using the wool to make carpeting, because damn stone floors are cold, especially when the stone is underground.

Maybe I’ll go back down to the mine tomorrow. Or maybe I’ll plant some wheat. Depends on how I sleep tonight.