22nd October

He let me keep the torch all night last night, strange. But strange is normal around here. I’m still feeling off but I’ll get over it. If not I hope it’s contagious and deadly so He’ll catch it and die. I hope He lets me keep the torch again. It’s kind of comforting not having to sit in the dark so much. I tried scratching my name in the floor today but the plastic spoon just broke in half. I wish He would let me have some real cutlery for a change. But I doubt He ever will. Bummer, a knife would certainly come in handy.