"I'm Pretty Fucked Up Right Now, I Think I'm Going Home"

I'm sitting in the dining room sweating profusely, for no apparent reason at all. I can see a rainstorm working its way up the island, and the air is still and filled with water. It's like a sauna. Kind of intense.....my kind of weather.

I'm winding down the afternoon by reading The Lisi Crier, the very chic publication put out by The Lovely Ladies of Lisi[anski Island], of which there are two (2). That is the entire population of Lisi for the summer. I got to know them a bit while they hung out at Midway before they shipped out....outstanding, heroic girls. They are apparently developing romantic feelings for the solar freezer, and constructed what I can only assume is a bad-ass shitter. I kind of wish I had one of those, if only to give it an awesome nickname like "The Torture Chamber" or "Dick Cheney" or "The Temple of Doom".

Today I went out on a trail that I havent been on in a couple months, along the southern part of west beach. I was surprised to find a roost of about 150 frigatebirds, which is the biggest I've seen on this island (they mostly hang out on Eastern Island). I hung out with them for a while and caught up on whatever it is frigatebirds gossip about. A couple of them talked about how they wanted to beat the crap out of a Red-tailed Tropicbird and steal it's fish. Then they went and beat the crap out of a Red-tailed Tropicbird, but it didn't have any fish to steal (see below).







Well it's Sunday morning now. Zack the new volunteer is here, and he had the foresight to bring good coffee, which is much appreciated. Last night basically consisted of leaning on a wall at the bowling alley, Jay and Silent Bob style, with a few other people, watching everyone else bowl. It was probably the closest I've gotten to doing Nothing since I've been here. For those who are not familiar with this concept/spirituality/lifestyle, it may be too late for you..........

Rain today. I don't know if I will be making it to Eastern this afternoon, which was the original plan. I must get over there one more time before I leave, to say goodbye to all the birds there. Tomorrow is Monday, and we are all Doomed. Best of luck to you.



It's hard to beat the views here. This is from the dock on Eastern, looking back at Sand Island.