The desert heat on my face like a slap from a obsessive ex-girlfriend... Sweat dripping like a broken faucet over flowing from every single one of my pores... Jeez is this how it feels to actually be a part of the workforce instead of running it, I feel bad for my fellow crashee's who have to go through this. Todays job was to move as many stones we could find to be to start breaking and carving any type of weapons with them... This is going to be a large amount of work, why do we ever listen to Nancy she's like an actual pain in my ass a real one too I'm talking about like on hemroid levels man jeez... Ron and Darell have got the easier jobs all they gotta do is scavenge for cactus and Hugo and Brian are doing what we like to call babysitting Phil literally all they gotta do is sit and make sure Phil doesn't get real stones inside of him that's right... He's still trying to eat flippin rocks.... It's just been so swell I swear, a little update on our friend Rodriguez we had him hand cuffed to left over pieces of the plane we jumped out of we went back to give him food and all that was there was his hand.... I do not think I'm going to like where this is going to go next.... God help us
