09/05/2026
Awoke fresh as a spring meadow, bundled up a harvest of sweet prairie blooms, but the day turned into a real horn-swoggle. My iron horse threw a shoe and died on the trail, somehow lost track of my saddlebag and all my coin. The sun was high and the boss was sour before I ever punched in. To top it off, a fierce gale commenced to howling, splitting my skull right in two and now I'm going to bed with nothing but a belly full of fresh air.