Day TWENTY : Chubby Hairy Man

Day Twenty : January 22, 2010 : Friday

I didn't die. Which is good news because I actually wanted my death to be more poetic.

And so, I woke up in a dark room, confused. I had no idea what was going on until a chubby hairy man explained what had happened. Apparently, he found me beneath a mountain of snow, barely breathing. He honestly believed I wouldn't make it... But I'm a strong boy, he said.

I spent the whole day rather drearily, actually. I found out that I'm still in Gel... which means that I have failed with my goal again. Chubby hairy man told me to rest for the whole day, and gave me hot chocolate and warm meals. He's a nice guy, and I found comfort in the hot meals, just a little. I want to repay him for saving my life and giving me food, but I can't even pass for a smile... I'm just way too depressed. And I'm too cold and weak and feverish to even start killing myself...

Chubby hairy man is a jolly guy, though... But he's all alone here. Is he okay on his own? He seems skilled in hunting, and I think he knows how to live by himself... But I wonder if he's ever wished for a family. Maybe I should bring him back a woman one day. Yeah...
He's told me a lot about his childhood adventures, and I've got to say that they're pretty wild (Still lonely though). In exchange, I told him what I'm doing, and about this journey of self-dicovery. He laughed until he found that I was being serious. He commented me for my guts (recklessness), though.

When the sun started to set, he gave me a very, very thick and warm overcoat for my journey towards the space port tomorrow morning. I have to remember chubby hairy man when I visist Pluto again...
It's also a pity that I might never see Harmonica dude again.