my master had the "amazing" idea for me to keep one of these journals to pass the time. like it makes any difference, i'm getting the coal lung, and my knees and elbows are so calloused that i can barely move them anymore except to crawl up chimneys, and that's getting hard anyways, seeing as I'm getting older. Maybe I'll make my own business with the small amount of change I have stowed away. I'm gettin' tired of writing, so I'll leave off with a picture of me and my workmates when we were younger.