I cannot believe it. I got my laptop working again! Who in the fuck would have thought you can jury juice a power slot with a charged car battery? Whoever Marvo is, he is a fucking genius and a half! Almost got me killed, though. BUT HEY! WORKING LAPTOP! FUCK YEAH! Who would have thought my problems could be solved by a simple copper wire and a bit of duct tape? Well, now that I am charging my laptop and winding down, I guess this is going to be my diary? I mean who the hell is going to read this anyway. The nearest person that doesn’t want to bash my damn head in and eat my softies is that Marvo guy a couple of hundreds of miles away. And I already told him basically everything. Maybe this could be a nice surprise whenever I feel like finally paying him a wellness check, though I doubt he’ll appreciate the effort. Let’s see if I got enough juice to run some games.

Damn, battery died while I tried to play RA2… I guess this is going to be how to kill time these days. But hey! When the battery is finally charged, I can play a whole 50 minutes of RA2! Now that’s the fucking kicker, eh? Marvo seemed pretty stoked about it too when I told him I got an honest to god working laptop and a few gaming discs. Good thing I saved some of my collections for remembrance’s sake. It sure pays to be a habitual hoarder, huh? And It’s damned sure nice to be able to type again, too. I really miss doing random shit like this… I mean who in the hell could possibly be able to read this? Oh… Now that’s just sad, wifi’s down. 

I guess I should start it right with the date, huh? Isn’t that the proper way to journal stuffs?

Anyhow, today is Monday, according to the laptop anyway. Though I don’t think it’s the middle of May judging by the snow piling up to my ankles outside. Let me ask Marvo the date real quick.

Weird. The guy is not stuck to his beloved radio like a hound as usual, must have been doing something important. Anyway, let us make it Christmas! Who’s not down a for a little overdue celebration? Maybe I will get Marvo to join in the fun too! Waste a little, live a little, eh?

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

So, that will be Monday of December 25th… 2002? Has it been a year?  So, 2001? Let’s check if Marvo is on.

Yep. It’s a year. And according to him, it’s not Christmas! Could you believe that guy? He even called me crazy for setting up a feast. Saying it’s a waste of food, even! Always knew he’s dour but, come on, It’s not like I’m gonna need all of it! What’s the point of amassing food if you’re not gonna eat it? But hey! Christmas is in the air, so forgiveness is abound. Maybe I’ll radio him up and tell him that!

Ha ha that made him so fucking mad. And It’s not even the food! Ah… Marvo. Never change my dour friend.

Also, where was I?

Oh yeah, so, today’s Christmas morning, Monday, even. What a perfect day for such a perfect gift, huh?

A warm laptop on my lap and an ice-cold glass of homemade preserved lemon juice, pringles and lays, and the warmth of the fireplace inside a well-lit breakroom. Truly, a life of luxury. Now all I need is a sling to poke dumb-dumbs downstairs just so they sing, and we got ourselves a choir! And I think I got some rubber bands, somewhere.

And beautifully the choir sings, to the snow, to their half-lifelessness, and to their lord, savior, and executioner if need be, ME! And whoever shuts up gets his brains poked out so a new guy could come in to keep morale high! Just need a new stick though, those damn morons maybe stupid, but they’re sure fast. There should be some furniture I can break somewhere…

Oh yeah, wasted a day on snacks, sweets, lemon juice, and the maddened Marvo usual spiels about ‘preserving precious supplies’ with his ‘wasteful is unhelpful’ book quotes. Can’t really end a day without hearing this lad losing a little of what’s left of his mind. A day truly well wasted. I guess I’ll have to wrap it up now to get settle in for the night. Also, they’re getting a bit too loud down there, so I guess it’s time for a little ‘brainstorming session’.

Also note to self, can a dumb-dumb survive being dragged up 3 meters by a rope?

Also, also, note to self, they eat ropes too. So, look out for a hook. Maybe the cold room have one?