Day 881. OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE! OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE! OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE! OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE! OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE! OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE! OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE! OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE! OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE! OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
Day 883. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.