It is raining. I woke up, and it was raining. I can feel a cold spell coming on, and I dare not venture out for fear of illness. I have, instead, spent most of the morning trying to build this infernal door. Wrapping planks together with twine didn't work, as they all fell apart. So I tried to make a frame to nail the wood too. However, I do not have a hammer, nor nails. So I have been trying to carve flint into nails using my flint knife. Unfortunately, it does not have a handle, and I have blisters and cuts running along my fingers. It hurts, even now, to write this entry. But I need a rest from all this. None of my personalities have come out this morning, not once. Normally they pop in and out at their leisure, but today; nothing. Perhaps they are sleeping.
Wait, wouldn't they sleep when I sleep? Well, it's possible that they could need sleep that they cannot get through my physical body. But what purpose would that even serve? Would it need a purpose though, or could it simply happen? Everything needs a purpose, or else the very laws of science would break down. Well, then I suppose it might be to stop strain on my mental faculties. That would explain why they're all doing it at once.
Nah, we just didn't think we should come out.
Oh. Okay then.
So, willy, how're tricks.
Um, well, you know. The construction of the door is slow and painful, and the rain has been near constant. Our food supplies are starting to dwindle again, and my hands sting. Oh, and my arm still hurts.
Willy, you need to learn how to be an optimist.
I am an optimist.
Uh-huh. See, you gotta take the good from the bad. It's bad for your brain to always be thinking about negative stuff.
Well thank you guru willow, but I think it is as bad for my brain to have this many people living in it.
Nonsense. See, here's the thing. The door is being built, it's raining for the first time since we arrived, which means more water that's easy to access, and when your hands heal, they'll be even stronger! If you think about it like that, nothing'll get you down!
What about the food supplies?
Yeah, I was just wondering. How are you low on food? Didn't you get a crap-ton of berries before?
A what-ton? If you mean a lot, then yes, but I eat to cope with pain.
For a smart guy, that was a dumb thing to do.
Excuse me, did you spend all morning skinning your own hands to make us shelter?
No, but I'm also not the one who ate almost all our food when they couldn't go and get any more!
There are still plenty of berries left. We will last today and half of tomorrow, at least.
A day. We went from, what, a weeks worth to a day? Forget optimism, you need some self-control! Wolfgang must be rubbing off on you.
You should eat all the berries. Get it over with and starve to death. Or you'll choke on one. Or you could go and get more, then you'll drown to death.
Thank you, Wendy, for the worst case scenario. Alright, I am going to go back to work, I have had enough of this.
It's evening now.
Thank god for the obvious huh?
Well, you and I know it, but the book knows nothing but what I put in it! Anyway, it's evening. I have stoked the fire on my own tonight.
Yeah, it's pretty crap.
Okay, what is with you?
Hey, don't turn this on me, my fires don't suck.
Clearly, something has happened. Charlie used to do this all the time, criticize whatever happened when she was mad.
I'm not mad.
That is a load honkey.
You're a grown man Will, use a damn swear word.
No thank you! I am a gentleman and a scientist! I would not demean my intellect with those foul words! You should not either, it is not very ladylike.
Excuse me?
You heard me, it is not ladylike.
Why you son of -
What is go on?
Nothing Wolfgang, go back inside. This is between me and your sis-
Wolfgang bored. Wolfgang not wrestled bear since last time Wolfgang wrestle bear.
What do you expect me to do about it?
Why don't you find him a bear mister 'scientist'!
I work in theoretical fields and engineering! I can no more conjure him a bear than you can!
Wolfgang will also accept big raccoon.
Oh but surely, theoretically, there's a way to get him a damn bear!
You are changing the subject! And please, stop swearing!
Or what? What will you do, huh?
I-
Damn! Bloody! Penis! Vagina! Shit! Fuck!
Please, Eno-
...
Wolfgang go inside now.
So Willy, what are you- are those...are you crying?
Enough. I'm going to bed.
Willy-
