Day 233:
I’ve decided I’m staying topside until I’ve harvested all the sand from the immediate area.
- I won’t have to come back for sand in a while.
- I’ll know not to come back here for any more sand.
- If there are any more pigs around, being topside has a much higher chance of catching them than being underground
- this whole “seeing the sun” thing kind of feels nice. I don’t know if I was running low on vitamin D or what, but sunlight is definitely better than no sunlight.
The Company gave us supplements for vitamin D and a bunch of other vitamins directly in our food rations, so we didn’t have to think about them much. Since food rations were directly correlated with metabolism, which was being measured by our mining uniforms at all times, that was pretty easy.
Now I do things like “I feel sad. When was the last time I saw the sun?” and “my skin is kind of orange, maybe it’s time to lay off the carrots” to control my vitamins and minerals.
As for volume of food, I’ve gotten so skinny over the past few weeks that even the clothes I’ve made since I arrived don’t fit right.
I’m eating a lot of fish sandwiches right now and they still taste delicious, which I think is my body’s way of saying, “yo, you’re malnourished”. So I’m going to keep eating until I finally get sick of them, and keep bringing in sand until I run out.
Here’s to a fatter, happier me hauling glass into the caverns sometime in the future.