Day 392...

The enormous one has finally dropped off to sleep, and I am just waking up. I dreamed of a special world beyond these walls. Confinement in a tubelike netherworld that was in itself a slippery slope to the very Fires of Hadies itself. Whew! The devil's work is danngerous work. He (I guess the devil is male, but I don't know fror sure) almost got me into his lair of eternal fire and damnation. I had may other adventures last night, didn't I? Yawn. Oh my how strange it all was. Mousetraps are nasty mean things, Yuk! Who thinks of these things, that cause death and laughter interchangably. Like that odd couple (downstairs?) Hmm. Seems so real still, like I can even smell that burning smell that Mullet head and No Knees seemed to enjoy so much... and wait! Isn't that the faint sound of that box they wasted half their waking hours in front of? Oh that's creepy. Oh well, whatever. My mountain of food awaits, and I have this wild compulsion to run in my wheel for a long long time. In fact, I am overwhelmed with a renewed vigor and passion for life in general, and right now, I've just got to hit my paces! Life IS Good! Seeya!

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