Day 150:
One hundred and fifty days on this rock and I’ve actually got quite a bit to show for it. I’ve got crates and crates of valuable stone and ore waiting to be carted off-planet. I’ve got literally hundreds of white duckens that follow me wherever they see me. I’ve got a herd of cows that love me.
I’ve got scars all over my body, bruises in places I didn’t know bruise, and a severe dislike of anything that comes in the color “camouflage”.
And with no way to get off this rock, it doesn’t matter how much stone I have because I can’t spend it if I can’t get out of here.
I’ve had better vacations, is what I’m saying.
