Entry 9: Getting There… Slowly

Day 17

It’s taking longer than planned to make Oracle. I may have to wait until the start of next week. I’ve been preparing the house this past Sunday to ensure I’ll be ready when the day finally comes, and I’ll make sure to do some more the next Sunday. The more money I spend, the less the mob takes from me. At this point, a day’s salary is enough to cover the bills.

I’m getting tired of fishing for food. When I’m able to bring in help, I’m going to need a chef to fix the state of food in this place so we can spend less time hunting for food and more time preparing for work.

These last two work days have taken a lot out of me, but at least I’m level 9 now. I have a day off in the middle of my working week now and I absolutely need.

I’m going to spend the day eating, sleeping and washing as much as I can in the sink. I’ve been trying to stockpile fish and produce, but I’m not sure how much of that is going to get done today. My stress levels are through the roof so I may just stay home and play violin and chess for a while.

I also bought a new guitar but I think I’ll max my violin skill first, the better to mentor any children that come along.

Quite a lot happens during my day off and my weekend. Namely, I get so tired I give in and eat spoiled food. Somehow I don’t die of food poisoning. I also go fishing in a thunderstorm.

Again, I somehow don’t die.

I love thunderstorms. I actually enjoyed myself out there. It’s a strange kind of peace when you’re the only sim around in the great outdoors.

Even if the sky did turn a funny kind of green at some point. Probably the radiation.

I’ll start back at work on day 22, three weeks after I first arrived in Glassbolt. My adult birthday is looming but I think this week will finally be the time. I could have married a local, but I want the extra help and spending the additional time alone lets me focus solely on my career and stockpiling for winter.

It won’t be long now before I can move in another Wonder Child… and winter strikes.

In the meantime, Angel and I have become good friends. I’m fairly certain Nancy also considers me a friend, but she can be hard to read.