Author: kirabug

Day 299:

For as much as some songs are fully stuck in my head and I feel like I’m going to die when they go on repeat in my brain, other songs won’t come to me at all.

Grandpaps used to sing me an oldie called “Livin’ on a prayer” from way back before the space colonies.

Richie Proust on the ship used to sing a bunch of mining songs, old stuff. His family was mining for eight generations back I think, and he knew all the best songs for swinging a pickaxe to.

Maddie Carlison was old mining blood too and she knew all the risqué songs that Richie wouldn’t sing because he was afraid he’d get in trouble with the boss. Stuff like “That’s not a handle” and “Shoot that laser low”.

But I miss my mom’s lullabies the most. I wish I could remember them.

Day 298:

Some people say a miner is made outta’ mud
A spare port miner’s muscle and blood
Muscle and blood, skin and bones
A mind that’s a-weak and a suit that’s strong

You load sixteen tons and what do ya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to The Company’s store

I was born one mornin’ where there’s no sun to shine
I picked up a laser and flew to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of andesite stone
And the mine boss said, “Well, a-bless my soul”

You load sixteen tons and what do ya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to The Company’s store

Day 297:

I’m closer to the surface than before, which is good, because going down too deep in the caves hurts my head right now. I suspect it’s something having to do with air pressure but my head hurts too much to think about it.

Anyway, found a nice vein of granite, which lead to a nice vein of andesite, which lead to a nice vein of diorite, so if I were on ship right now I’d be collecting a handy bonus. Since I’m marooned on a hostile rock instead, I’m storing it. And occasionally using it to build with. Still.

When I first hurt my head a few days ago I kept thinking I was hearing really loud music out of my left ear a lot. That’s not so bad now – it comes and goes – but I could use with a break. I wish I could change the station at least.

Going to bed before the skeletons come out.

Day 296:

The only thing more annoying than floors are ceilings, although there’s a lot less of a chance of plunging to your death when you’re hanging a ceiling and standing on a stable floor.

Then again, with a concussion, moving my head hurts in general,  and pointing my nose at the roof for hours on end while I try to put ceiling panels into place hurts like all the things.

So I’m still only working about half days and sleeping the other half.

Didn’t I used to complain about not sleeping? I feel like I did. Well, it hasn’t been a problem lately.

Day 295:

Too much underwater, not enough sleep.

I wonder what you eat when your body needs to heal. I hope it’s ducken and potatoes, because that’s what I’ve got.

Going back to bed. Can barely function. Hope the sheep and cows and duckens can feed themselves today.