Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Jan 24, 2067

The house is finished.  Took forever too.  I was working on it so hard that I forgot it was Christmas and New Years, until yesterday.

It's small and ugly, but it's a place to hide.

Now that I finished making a house and even melting down sand to make windows, I feel so much more alive.  I feel truly independent, more manly I guess.  Now that I have a house, I need a pet.

I call him bacon.  He was delicious.

I don't know what to do from here.  I've given up hope for rescue, I haven't seen any signs of any other people here.  No plains, no boats, no lights at night.  I'm still trying to follow my survival training and stay put.  Though, I think my house makes me better then the guy on TV who takes any chance to drink his own urine.  Luckily I don't have to do that, there's a fresh water spring not far from here.

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