Monday, April 6, 2009

Fifteen Years, Seven Months, Five Weeks, Four Days Since the Sky Fell

I awoke today to find I was sleeping behind the stove in the Wayfarer's Stockpilers. Seems I passed out while cooking yesterday, and someone moved me round behind the big thing to keep me from being stepped on by accident.

Finished up the cooking, and going to try to sell it all...

Last night, someone bluntly asked what I would do if he didn't come back. I told them at the rate I'm going, I'll cook myself into an early grave...

I'm going crazy now.

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