T-Minus 3 Hours
I can’t sleep.
My eyes popped opened and wouldn’t shut as I thought of all the last minute things I have to do. Also I’ve begun to get a bit nervous. While I’ve focused so much attention on the food aspect of this, I’ve begun to realize that finding an overabundance of food early on might be just as bad as finding very little. Sad right? I’m seriously worried I’ll have a lot of time on my hands, too much time. Woe is me, I know..
But after years of living in the internet age I’m used to having my mind flooded with information on a daily basis; cutting that off might be like a smoker going cold turkey. So what do I do? Do I ride my bike and check out the area to kill time but consume precious calories? Check my gear for the zillionth time? Keeping fishing and preserve the surplus somehow?
I can see why Tom Hanks had Wilson after spending years on an island in Castaway, that volleyball is likely the only thing that kept him alive. After 4 days I might have a little buddy as well.