The True Problems Arise
After my nap I checked my trap. No bait fish. Guess I’ll have to wait a bit more.
What to do, what to do. I have firewood. Food for dinner is taken care of. How about a walk?
Done.
Ok, how about a swim?
Done.
Christ.
The real dilemma of this adventure is not going to be food, at least right now. That can always change, but I can survive on a minimal amount, my body seems to be slowing down (or revolting). I have mussels. I have conch for the next few days if I space them out. The true test is going to be the agonizingly long periods of time where I have nothing to do. I can’t talk to my girlfriend, parents, friends or anyone else. So what to do. Seriously, what do I do????
Meet my new friend:
Yup, you guessed it. He’s a dead turtle. It appears I’ve found my Wilson. No name yet, though I’ve been informally calling him Timmy. Seems a bit trite though.
No joke the boredom may very well kill me by day 4. One day of this and I’m already getting antsy. I have 6 more days of this stupidity. I don’t know if I can do it.
Combined with that is the one other thing I hadn’t counted on, the sun. Its hot and I’m still white collar pasty. I’m already a bit sunburned, so I’ve taken to wearing long sleeve clothes to cover up a bit. If I get fully burned at any point, I’ll have to bail because it really is agonizingly hot out
This really has become much harder than I thought, but for reasons I never expected.