There is no longer any place for me to sleep.

I have vomited three times in protest but there is no sign that anything will change.

My only other hope for rest is on the computer keyboard which is near by.

But sadly no one is currently using it. I will wait.

Dear diary, my food dish is now only half full.

It is obvious that I will soon starve to death.

I have repeatedly tried to draw attention to my predicament with the authorities

but they are clearly either stupid, deaf, or just cruel.

This may be my last entry.

Dear diary,

It has come to my attention that the authorities have two hands

but seem to have made it the sadistic policy only to pet me with one of them at that time

Half of love is just, lo-

which is how I feel.

My spirit is breaking.

Dear diary, I have decided to plead with the authorities to rub my belly.

I think it will do me good in my current condition

I would like to receive two rubs exactly.

A third one, and I will bite the shit out of them as per protocol.

Wish me luck.

Dear diary, the water dish continues to vex me.

the authorities seem to taunt me with this cruel liquid

that has neither smell nor distinguishing visual markings.

A sad anniversary, this is the 900th day that my nose has been unintentionally wetted.

Dear diary, yesterday I put in a simple request regarding the door to the garden

but seemingly out of sheer spite the authorities refused to hold the door open long enough

for me to decide whether to go outside

or inside.

or outside, or inside.

Dear diary, the authorities have punished me for taking a crap on the living room floor.

This despite my efforts to distribute the litter evenly throughout the house.

I am convinced that they are mad men, devoid of reason.

Dear diary, the squirrel was back again today.

It mocks me.

I will try and release my mind from this torment and groom myself.

for four hours.

Dear diary, I have been stalking an insect on the wall for the past three days now.

All of my attempts to capture it have been thwarted.

However today, on further inspection

I found out that the insect was in fact a thumbtack.

There is no logic in this place.

Dear diary, it is three in the morning.

The authorities have closed the door to the bedroom.

I can only assume that they have forgotten about me

and have left me here to die.

as a last resort I will stand post for the rest of the night and

sing the song of my people in hopes that they rescue me.

Dear diary, when the authorities poop, I have tried to poop in the bathtub litter box with them

in a show of solidarity.

I have yet to experience any gratitude.

Dear diary, my attempts to destroy the terrible plant have

all been for naught.

Somehow, almost as if by some evil magic, a new one has appeared in its place.

I will have to start over now.

Like Sisyphus, I am bound to hell.