Day 176: Angry

Day 176

I’m just… I’m mad today. I don’t even know why I’m mad. It makes getting anything done hard because it’s hard to concentrate when you’re angry and when you do make mistakes (because you can’t concentrate) you end up lashing out and throwing things and that just makes it worse.

I’m sore and tired and frustrated and I was sore and tired and frustrated yesterday too, but today I’m angry.

I HATE THIS PLACE. I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. I WANT TO GO HOME. I WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE WITH MY FRIENDS AND MY FAMILY AND NOT WITH A BUNCH OF MUTUANT CHICKEN THROWBACKS.

DAMMIT.

Day 175: Beautiful sunsets

Day 175:

Not much to report either from a digging or a sheep-locating standpoint.

This evening, when the sun started coming down, I found a safe place to stand and just watched it go down. The sky is a brilliant orange nearly every night as the sun drops out of view, and from the other side a deep purple rises like a wave pushing the colors out of the sky.

I quite like it, even if it means that I have about thirty seconds to get inside before the zombie hordes arrive.

A sunset that looks more like a rainbow of colors from yellow to blue with no greens.
Yes, that’s a sunset, not a nuclear explosion

Day 174: Basement work

Day 174:

Spent the day as deep down in the bottom of a pit as I could be, tamping down the floor so that I could use it as a cut-through if I need to.

One of the things I’ve learned since I got here is that it’s always good to have more than one exit or path through a space. I’d much rather be up on the surface, normally, if I needed to run from one place to another, but if I can’t be, this isn’t a bad way to be.

Watercolor of a one-foot-by-one-foot board with a human-height stick coming out of it.
This is my tamping stick, for pushing the dirt down and making the floors easier to walk on

Day 173: Disappearing sheep

Day 173:

Went back out to where I found the sheep yesterday, but they were gone.

Guess I’ll have to wait on my hope for a wool sweater.

Spent the whole day out in the field hoping to see sheep, left disappointed.

Made some tasty mutton burgers though. On home-made bread!

Watercolor of a two-patty mutton burger.

Day 172: Sheep!

Day 172:

I’m still digging toward the big mountain. This morning I decided to take a little time to scout the ground level before going back underground. I came up over a hill and there was a sheep! I must not have startled it much because it looked at me, baaa’d once, then walked over to me.

I did startle the exploding giraffe-corgi behind the tree next to us. It blew sheep, sheep guts, and sheep fleece all over me.

Well, these clothes are shot.

The sheep had enough skin that I might be able to tan it for some new pants though, so once I dragged the sheep underground into my cavern I started skinning it. It’s a big job to skin a sheep when one doesn’t have proper tools, and I don’t consider my home-made sword to be the proper tools. I have a few knives, but I think I might need to design a proper knife for the job. My cows aren’t going to live forever either and when they die (hopefully of old age and not exploding giraffe-corgis) it’d be nice to be able to do something with their bodies other than making burgers.

Mmm. Burgers. I haven’t made anything out of red meat in so long. This sheep is likely to be burgers too.

Watercolor of a white sheep on a green field with a blue sky
It was a cute sheep, too