Day 111: Trips, lol. Anyway, the Jives wasn't real. Just a figment of my imagination. Good thing I could kill him. His blood is everywhere though. Fake, fictional blood my subconscious has made up.
Day 115: Heard moaning coming from outside and noticed the stairs were blocked by a fallen sofa. Managed to move it after nailing planks to the walls 1250 times. I think I saw a meteorite but I'm not sure as I ate it and can't check.
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