Day 635: still ranting

Day 635:

And another thing: I don’t care that I’m on a rock with no good metal core in the middle of nowhere: when i dig into the side of a cliff, I expect the dirt that’s over my head to collapse like any good honest dirt would do. None of this floating in the air because it hasn’t realized it’s supposed to be falling garbage.

Seriously, why is it that a skeleton can fall right down on my head without so much as a “look out below” but entire vegetable gardens worth of soil can just hang up in the sky like freaking clouds?

I hate this place.