Day 621:
Dug too close to the surface too late into the evening, broke the ground above me, had skeletons pouring into the space I was mining. I was supposed to be packing up and instead I was fighting for my life. I won, but not before getting knicked a couple of times by flying arrows and falling on my butt at least once.
Do you know what I’d do for a kiss from my mom and a bologna and cheese with mayonnaise right now?
Just about anything.