Day FORTY EIGHT : Her crying face...

Day Forty Eight : February 19, 2010 : Friday

We ate a lot today. And we also went swimming because of the heat. Beaches are great.
And then I just spent a portion of the morning sitting in the sand, looking at the extending fuck of a sea.

Why do these things happen to me? It's already Saturday tomorrow. If I don't get out of this island I'll miss my ride and I'll hate myself forever and ever. Dammit. Get me out of this island! SOMEONE HELP!

I felt so depressed that I all I did the rest of the morning was lay on the swing and play my lyre. I hate my luck. But then Isidor told me to love my luck more because he just found a fully functional boat. I leaped out of the swing and ran towards the boat and jumped for joy when I saw it.
I didn't even wait for anything or anyone. I just started pushing the boat to the sea and started rowing. But the boat was still tied to a tree (Isidor's doing), and I couldn't leave. He took a lot of food and drinks with us and then we started rowing the boat.

The whole of the afternoon until right now, all I've been seeing is the sea. Damn. It's brain-damaging. I have to see something else! I HAVE TO! It's a good thing I have someone to talk to... Isidor is really a decent conversation when he's not bossing me around. I just pray that no storms will strike at us... And hopefully, I get to the space port by night.

Speaking of night, Isidor is crying again. He seems to be crying every night. I don't blame him, of course. Who wouldn't cry when your own son has died? And once we reach land, I'm sure Mrs. Isidor will want to see her husband and son. I'd hate to see her crying face...