Wasteland Writing

2026-01-30

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ACTIVE_UNIT: FRAGMENT_67 [HOST]
COGNITION: TIRED
DAILY_LOG // 01.30.26 STATUS: ONLINE
INTAKE_&_VITALITY
[FOOD]: Bell Pepper, filled with ground meat and vegetables.
[WATER]: H20_RECLAMATION_GOAL_2L [Failed]
[STIMULANT]: CAFFEINE: 100mg NICOTINE: 2.2mg EXTRA: ALCOHOL: Beer 5% x2
KINETIC_MAINTENANCE
[RECON]: 5KM_FOOT_PATROL
[CHASSIS_STRESS]: PREVENTED. STRESS LEVELS: CRITICAL.
MISSION_PARAMETERS
> RECOVER_SCAVENGED_AUDIO_FILES
> RECOVER_TATTERER_PHOTOS
> GATHER_FILTHY_CLOTHESY
> CONSOLIDATE_TERMINAL_CODE
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Friday

My head hurts. How long has it fucking hurt? Long enough. I finally drank one of the beers I've been saving. Was supposed to hang out with a friend this weekend, but he had plans. Not that I care too much. I figured something would come up. It always does.

Salvaged Photo
We were supposed to meet at our usual outpost. Suppose it's easier to curl up in the warmth of your family, eh? No matter. Amber and carbon warms me plenty.

Not much done today.I need to gather clothes to wash. In general but also I really need a clean shirt for my fucking temp job. Pfft. I need clothes for any job, really. If I actually got lucky and one of these dozens of applications gets a response I'd have nothing to wear to an interview. I'll get that shit done tonight.
Did more work on this blog. I'm honestly fucking proud of it. Maybe this is why my head hurts, though. Hell, my entire body hurts. But my blog looks fucking nice. I'm avoiding writing lately, not sure what all to say. Eventually I'll have more I guess. Screaming into the void. But for now, I'm trying out this new layout. And just saying hi. If anyone is listening.
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