Days on Island: 2 2:00 PM (I finally took a watch off one of the bodies. I'm so going to hell.)
So another jungle trek is about to commence. This time it seems I'm aboard. Sayid said we can get a signal for the transceiver thing from higher ground and was organizing a party to go. And by organize a party, I mean he was having a discussion about it with Kate, which I and a bunch of other people overheard.
I rock climb once a week at my gym in New York so I offered to go. Hell, I thought it would beat sitting around here listening to people whine and bitch all day. And, of course, as soon as I thought that, Princess McBitchy herself announced she was coming, which didn't please Boone at all. Let her come. Hell, maybe we'll all get lucky and the monster will eat her, though with my luck, Driveshaft lookalike who has been panting after her will try to save her and get us all killed.
Kate and Sayid didn't seem too thrilled by the entourage that they now had to bring with them, but didn't say anything. They're too polite. If it were my expedition I'd be like, "Hell, no, I don't want to drag your whiny ass through the jungle!"
Anyway, I offered to take a backpack of water and supplies along with Kate, basically only so I could sneak my journal along.
My therapist is right. I so have an addictive personality.