Day 467: things seem more coherent today than they did a few days ago. I’m going to chalk it up to something in the caves. Maybe bad fumes, maybe rock rats. Maybe exploding giraffe corgis knocked me out and I don’t remember.
Idiot (my current “pet” ducken) refuses to leave my bedroom except to swim in my makeshift bathtub. If he was a good canary I’d have him down in the mines with me.
On the other hand, there’s no guarantee that what affects my breathing would affect any of the natives here anyway. I don’t even know that they’re breathing oxygen – they may be breathing carbon dioxide or nitrogen or helium.
Well probably not helium or they’d be squeakier zombies.