I take my first statement back... I'm going to die.
They say a man can live two days without water, two weeks without food, and five days without internet, and I have crossed the threshhold.
I am but a poor soul scrabbling on the cracked mud of the dried lakebed that is my phone and any wireless network I can grasp for a few fleeting, lifegiving minutes.
I still have a month in the pink room, and I've just learned that since everyone else is now leaving behind me, the internet will not be coming back on for as long as I'll remain there. So, unless alternative measures can be devised, I'm offline for awhile.
I've decided to crawl into my freezer in an attempt to keep myself preserved until conditions improve.
...Or is it three days without water?