Well.. its official.. the hardware store is mine.. now to really make something of it.

I never would have thought running a store would be something that I would look forward to.. but there it is, diary. I do. Daddy prolly would have laughed at the thought of his gawky, awkward girl-spawn (as he so affectionately called me) running a business of her own, but Daddy had a weird sense of humor .. prolly would have laughed at his girl writin in a diary too, but he aint around anymore to find out… and I think I might stand a chance of making something good happen here.

The folks in Arklay are as ’bout as friendly a bunch as youd hope to find at the end of the world.. even after 2 yrs I still have a hard time believing that this is really the end .. then again.. maybe thats what Arklay is about.. fighting back and making sure this ISNT the end.. not for us anyway. We fight. We try. We live on. And to me, thats the important part.

Got lots of work to do in the store, so Ill try to write more later Dear Diary. As much as i expected writing out my thoughts to make me feel like a ninny (another one of Daddys endearments)..  it may be that this is exactly what I need to help keep all those whirling thoughts in order. I sure hope writing it’ll get easier, and if anyones reading this.. GET OUTTA MY DIARY YOU SNOOP!