Last night the lean-to I made out of the leftover parts leaned too far and toppled on me. I don't even know if I need that thing unless it rains. I don't have to worry about bears or anything here. Maybe crabs. I wonder if they could burrow under the sand and go under my little hut walls and pinch me while I'm sleeping. I'd take all the pain for the food.

All those years I bragged about my 20/20 vision and now I wish more than anything that I had a pair of glasses to try to start a fire to cook one of those crabs. The lack of anything for shade has scared me for potential sun damage, but it doesn't feel too strong today. Wonder if the glasses would have even mattered. What would I even light on fire?

I can probably wash the sweat out of my clothes in the ocean today and not get burned. Replace one salty water with another. At least it'll get rid of the smell.

Today's the most claustrophobic it's felt so far. I'm not even claustrophobic usually. I used to let my girlfriend tie my hands to my sides during sex so I couldn't move. I loved that. Today I feel like I can stretch my arms and legs out as far as I want and it still won't be enough. It's agonizing. I have miles of nothing around me and I'm trapped on a pile of sand. Complete nothing. Just ocean. Just the blue of the ocean and the gray-blue of the sky above, not even the sound of gulls to keep company. Just these thoughts.