| Entry: | The first diary entry is proving harder than expected. Computer crashing. Wrote one full entry but it didn't save properly and all got lost. Now must run to dinner. Pity.
Shovelling. Blisters. However, still excited like a small child. Eyes still bulge in comic-strip fashion at the beautiful bits of obsidian you see lying around everywhere on the mound. Don't think will ever get used to that, despite what people say.Entered By: NMS |
