Void Drifter

Log 10

Day 92: I couldn't write yesterday, too depressed to move really. Dave won't talk to me anymore. The radio is playing  MC Hammer - U Can't Touch This. It seems that the farther from Earth we get, the more recent the music.

4:00 PM: I saw a big rock. I tried to grapple it in, but we were instead dragged by it. I saw plant life and what seemed to be a fox. Maybe even a little creek too. The rock was orbiting an unseen planet, as far as I could tell.

Day 93: I managed to rip myself from the rock, with surprising amounts of effort. A piece of the rock came with, it had some plant life, looking possibly edible. Dave told me it was Xerophyllum tenax, more commonly known as beargrass, apparently edible.

1:00 PM: It was certainly edible, but not very palatable to me. I transplanted it in a pot, in Michael's old bedroom. I set up a few more pots, around Dave's new spot.

Day 94: Dave's back. He came back as my daughter's old Furby. At first hearing Dave's voice out of a little furry machine was creepy. It's less creepy now but I don't want Dave near me while I sleep.

Day 95: The door jammed again. I have no idea why this time. I may have to take that door off of it's hinges. It's only the bathroom door, though, it's not like another human or something would show up and walk in, right?

Day 100: Today I celebrate. I have survived 100 days in the devoid blackness I call home. Cheesy ramen, wine and more cheese.

3:00 PM I threw the door like a frisbee, out into space. Montell Jordan - This is How We Do It is playing on the radio.

Day 102: I was to hungover last night to write. I did 105 situps this morning in a fit of "self-improvement" I guess. My stomach will be sore tomorrow. 20 push-ups was enough for me. I felt it necessary to reward myself, so I had a whole pizza. A few steps closer to diabetes.

Day 103: The radio is playing All That We Needed - Hey There Delilah, putting me in a wistful yet nostalgic mood. It made me want to play Fallout again.