Cassie (Adrian's Undead Diary Book 8) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Chris Philbrook
about, barking their asses off every time they see shit. We need to come up with a plan like, tomorrow and shit to deal with them. Either bring them in and feed them something, or send their asses to doggy heaven.
There’s a question fer ya. Where did the animals go when they died? Are they stuck in the shit other world, or has this affected them at all? Is it effected? I can't remember. Fuck dogs man.
Otis for the win.
I love my cat.
He’s chilling on the bed with me right now, not fucking barking. Nor does he eat a lot. We have cat food for him for a year if it doesn’t rot first. Fuck dogs man. My nuts hurt. What would we feed dogs? We didn’t collect dog food all this time. I bet it’s all rotten and shit. We’d have to feed them our food, and fuck that man. We need all of our food.
We need a plan. A good one. One that doesn’t involve me doing shiznat, because all I’d do is head to the top of the wall with my new weapon, and shoot the strays that could bite me in the dick. The small ones can stay, but if they keep barking, I’ll punch them in the dick.
I love beer.
I hope next year is better than this year was. I want less of my friends to die next year. That’s all I want. That’s all I fucking want.
I want my friends to stop dying. That's my New Year's resolution, if anyone is paying attention. I wanna prevent any of my friends from dying.
Cheers to that toast.
-Adrian
January 2012
January 2 nd
Well. I didn’t get a hangover the other night. Despite my best attempts to the contrary. I definitely saw some folks hanging their heads low the next morning though. I can’t decide whether to praise or curse Kevin and company for raiding a beer distributor in Bangor before coming here. Normally I’d say hallelujah, but from the looks on people’s faces on New Year’s Day, I’d say a curse is more appropriate a reaction.
Having said all that…
As you might imagine, we haven’t been terribly productive here on campus. Today was our first day back to the grind. We have two projects on hand that are taking up the majority of our time and effort. First is the school being back in session. We’ve dedicated a handful of people to running that, and with the kids now doing that all day, we’ve lost a fair amount of our labor force. To attempt to balance the loss of labor, we adjusted the school hours to 11am to 5pm. It’s easier to teach the kids in the dark, rather than in the morning when we have daylight, and can see outside. It’s getting dark at about 4 or 5 every day, so having them start later means they can wake up and work for an hour or two, then go to school. They complain, but they also like eating, and for the most part, we’ve got the kids working with Ollie on the farm with the animals, or with Ryan and Becca on the hydroponics in the gym, so they’re pretty invested. It’s easy to motivate people to work when the results of laziness is hunger.
The other project is the path to the waterfront for the last tower. We started hitting the trees again to clear the way, and I’d guess we have four or five more days to clear the way. We started ripping up stumps today with the backhoe while the tree cutters worked ahead. Good times. With all the branches and leftover wood from this we will be far more comfortable when it comes to wood for the stoves on campus here. I have been paranoid that we will run out of good, dry wood over the winter, and this makes me sleep better at night. Once we get the path clear, and we have enough lumber roughed, we’ll be all set. I am pretty sure we have enough concrete still for the base of the tower too. Remind me to ask Blake or Martin to check on that Mr. Journal. If we don’t, I remember a place I saw on the other side with Gilbert we can hit for a few extra bags. If it's still there.
We did have a minor injury today out in the woods. Well, it wasn’t entirely minor. Fitz was working on the tree clearing crew and I guess a branch
There’s a question fer ya. Where did the animals go when they died? Are they stuck in the shit other world, or has this affected them at all? Is it effected? I can't remember. Fuck dogs man.
Otis for the win.
I love my cat.
He’s chilling on the bed with me right now, not fucking barking. Nor does he eat a lot. We have cat food for him for a year if it doesn’t rot first. Fuck dogs man. My nuts hurt. What would we feed dogs? We didn’t collect dog food all this time. I bet it’s all rotten and shit. We’d have to feed them our food, and fuck that man. We need all of our food.
We need a plan. A good one. One that doesn’t involve me doing shiznat, because all I’d do is head to the top of the wall with my new weapon, and shoot the strays that could bite me in the dick. The small ones can stay, but if they keep barking, I’ll punch them in the dick.
I love beer.
I hope next year is better than this year was. I want less of my friends to die next year. That’s all I want. That’s all I fucking want.
I want my friends to stop dying. That's my New Year's resolution, if anyone is paying attention. I wanna prevent any of my friends from dying.
Cheers to that toast.
-Adrian
January 2012
January 2 nd
Well. I didn’t get a hangover the other night. Despite my best attempts to the contrary. I definitely saw some folks hanging their heads low the next morning though. I can’t decide whether to praise or curse Kevin and company for raiding a beer distributor in Bangor before coming here. Normally I’d say hallelujah, but from the looks on people’s faces on New Year’s Day, I’d say a curse is more appropriate a reaction.
Having said all that…
As you might imagine, we haven’t been terribly productive here on campus. Today was our first day back to the grind. We have two projects on hand that are taking up the majority of our time and effort. First is the school being back in session. We’ve dedicated a handful of people to running that, and with the kids now doing that all day, we’ve lost a fair amount of our labor force. To attempt to balance the loss of labor, we adjusted the school hours to 11am to 5pm. It’s easier to teach the kids in the dark, rather than in the morning when we have daylight, and can see outside. It’s getting dark at about 4 or 5 every day, so having them start later means they can wake up and work for an hour or two, then go to school. They complain, but they also like eating, and for the most part, we’ve got the kids working with Ollie on the farm with the animals, or with Ryan and Becca on the hydroponics in the gym, so they’re pretty invested. It’s easy to motivate people to work when the results of laziness is hunger.
The other project is the path to the waterfront for the last tower. We started hitting the trees again to clear the way, and I’d guess we have four or five more days to clear the way. We started ripping up stumps today with the backhoe while the tree cutters worked ahead. Good times. With all the branches and leftover wood from this we will be far more comfortable when it comes to wood for the stoves on campus here. I have been paranoid that we will run out of good, dry wood over the winter, and this makes me sleep better at night. Once we get the path clear, and we have enough lumber roughed, we’ll be all set. I am pretty sure we have enough concrete still for the base of the tower too. Remind me to ask Blake or Martin to check on that Mr. Journal. If we don’t, I remember a place I saw on the other side with Gilbert we can hit for a few extra bags. If it's still there.
We did have a minor injury today out in the woods. Well, it wasn’t entirely minor. Fitz was working on the tree clearing crew and I guess a branch
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