Day... what the hell day is this? I only found this book (titled 'Travel Diary' and with the name Ashley Goldman inside the cover) a few days ago, and I haven't felt the need to keep track of days in forever. 

It's definitely not a weekend. I seem to recall weekends are supposed to be set aside for fun, and family. 

It feels like a Wednesday. Yup We're gonna say it's Wednesday. Day number... well, lessee. I'm what -- thirty five? Thirty six? Three hundred sixty five days in a year. Near twenty years since skydark... guess I should start counting from then. Twenty years of 365 days... seven thousand days, give or take. 

Day 7000. Wednesday. 


Who fuckin' cares. Ain't nobody ever gonna read this, or make sense of it anyhow. 
Killed a cat today. Ate some, saved some.
Found a can. Sealed. Not ballooned-up like most you find. Could be peaches. Likely lima beans. 


My right boot has a hole in the toe. Need to see to that.