Silly workaholic. You gotta slow down, girl. You move too fast. You've got make the moment last. (And you know the rest.) And of course I forgive you. Duh. That's what friends do. And I seriously hope it won't be long. I'm going stir-crazy in here. And I swear all my callouses are melted off from not being able to play the guitar. And NO I did not go on a killing spree. I think they thought that anyone wanting to leave our oh-so-perfect setup on the island must be insane or something. But it's not so bad, I guess. I'm reading a lot, which I suppose is a good thing. And they ask a lot of dumb personal questions.
It wasn't a very good raft, obviously, since the wind and rain kinda tore it up. I'll miss her though. She was a good craft.