Confessions of a lonely Schmoop

July 24th - Stranded alone in my house. Dirkey has been gone for days. I have been surviving on hotdogs and english muffins. (and Wednesday is pretzel day at work) No sign of a homecooked meal to be found. I fear that i cannot hold out much longer.

Through my television i have watched the the natives play some form of sport on a diamond shaped field of grass and clay. They take turns wielding ghastly wooden clubs while one of them hurls round, white rocks at him. They appear to use the club to repulse the attacks. This intrigues me, I will have to study it further.