week 3

I have been keeping track of the number of days i have been stranded on this island by carving the days into the side of the cave. I have found some sort of hope in the fact that I can see commercial jets fly over every couple days, however, too far away to ever see me. Just the other day i was walking along the beach when I saw a full can of beer floating towards the shore. My only explanation of how it got there is that it must have been in my plane when it went down in the ocean. When I touched the can I suddenly remembered how I used to hang out for hour with my dad and my friends at Tahoe. I would give anything to be there now. But, I know I can't. So, I took the beer and made the can into a small pot which I may be able to use later. Maybe i could use it to boil water.