Day 759:
I got caught outside by the monsters. I wasn’t paying attention, the sun went down, and they found me hanging on the eastern side of a mountain, chipping away at the rock.
Specifically, an exploding giraffe-corgi caught up with me. And blew me off the side of the mountain.
Now based on the fact that I’m writing this you already know I survived. The piece I didn’t mention was that I was only a few meters off the ground; enough to cause a whale of a headache but not enough to kill me this time.
Bouncing the head off the ground is not comfortable no matter what the surface, but the good news if you can call it that is that the eastern side of the mountain is swampland. Lots of swamp. So at least it was a squishy bounce.
Anyway, I’m thinking tomorrow is a good day to stay home with my eyes closed and wish I had a radio. Seeing hurts. Thinking hurts. Candlelight hurts and it’s going to be a lot brighter than that tomorrow.