Day 127
Dear Diary - It’s raining today, but I have barely noticed. Morale is low. The only things left to eat other than take out are shredded cheese and frozen peas.
The cats are not taking things well. They have pooped, peed, and puked all over the bedroom, despite having access to a litter box, food, and water. They are protesting confinement. I can’t say that I blame them.
Should the enemies [AI] arrive tomorrow to eradicate us, I am not afraid.
Hell surely cannot be worse than being covered in sawdust and surrounded by piles of random, dirty tools with no running water.