5/3, early evening.

[lawndart]

okay I get it we lived thru the APOCELIPSE APOCALYPSE but like

how did people live like this? this is SO boring

there's barely even wood to chop, just... ugly, clumpy grass forever

it's not even GOOD grass

Comments

[deadhunter]

they're like diaries of people who did the oregon trail and stuff

[lawndart]

oh man, was it just stories about grass?

[...] one of us should do that on our trip

[deadhunter]

no it was really gnarly

what, keep a diary?

[lawndart]

you can't say that and not offer up details

or it doesn't have to be a diary, I guess, but it'd be kind of cool if like one day new books became a thing again and someone's notes were turned into a new dear america or w/e

[deadhunter]

in one of them the main girl like poisoned a bunch of kids accidentally and they died

dear Zombie America. are you going to write it?

[lawndart]

whoa that is pretty gnarly. how did she do that?

ha idk that anyone wants to read a book written by me

[deadhunter]

put the wrong plant in the soup. this could happen to any of us

beggars can't be choosers etc

[lawndart]

[...] s'why you can't trust soup fingers crossed that it doesn't as that'd ROYALLY suck

you gotta help me recap what we've done so far then, if I'm taking notes, because I really don't remember the exact order we did everything so far

[deadhunter]

we're pretty serious about not eating unknown plants for this reason

oh yeah what are you going to do if we mix up the day we stared at a bunch of grass with the other day we stared at a bunch of grass??

[lawndart]

I can't wait for fiddlehead ferns to be in season

that'll be addressed by stating that this entire time stretched and contorted so we really didn't know where one day began and the other ended, duh