Did I tell you about the suns up here? That's right, SUNS motherfucker. There's two of them, no lie. They're stuck together and they make one big ball of hell, I'm telling you. They say the little one orbits around the big one, but it takes like, two years or something. All I know is, when I got here, the little one was to the right, now it's on the left, but either way it's never been less than extremelyfuckinghot 20 hours out of every 28.

So I've been out here in the deep desert for two weeks, and I thought I'd learned a trick or two for staying alive. I move at night, sleep days in this red rock cave I found. My stash of clean water (thanks, Potato King) has been holding up, and I've even gotten used to the powdered food, mostly. I was still alive and I hadn't gone crazy, yet.

So, you know, I thought I was slick.

Then it got really hot. Coño it got hot. The thermo on the zip-wagon broke when I crashed, so I don't have an exact number, but I know it's way past extremelyfuckinghot. I can tell you that.

Am I crazy? It's crazy to keep trying to live like this. The double sun thing is just kicking my ass and the water's gonna run out sometime, but I keep acting like this is a temporary setback rather than the scene of my death. I must be crazy.