1:47PM: how are people so uniformly relaxed about whether there’s a comma in four-digit numbers or not. how has there been no authority about what this should be, officially. how is this, of all things, something we haven’t ‘figured out yet.’ this is what ended up undecided for so long. all this time. slid through the loophole. no one cares. in 500 years people are going to type like ‘e;oiweu w pwe sdsp lp;l brbr.’ i don’t care about that, actually. it’s just a comma, chill out. the number is still at least 999 whether there’s a comma or not. all is good. all is quiet on the comma front.

2:31PM: cats seem to have lost their taste for food that is not the mechanically separated and poisonous, i think, fancy feast. fancy feast makes ‘appetizers,’ which are smaller and more expensive and feature upscale packaging. they are just like, fish. like a can of tuna, but probably not tuna, and in a vacuum-sealed plastic tray. cats hate ‘em. they have clearly lost their appetite for the real fishes. what have i done. my son my son what have ye done.

2:49PM: i’m afraid to update this. just. afraid. what the hell is my life. i’m devoting my life to this thing. think i’ve made it impossible to ‘call me out’ on anything regarding being a shitty wasteful person. if anyone ever says anything like that to me i’ll just be like ‘oh, you must have read my liveblog.’ it would be a sick person who’d want to pick on a person as sick as me. it would be like having sex with someone in a coma. who is related to you. you sickos, i know you’re out there. actually it’d be nice if someone would…kick my ass…somehow…show me a better way to live…better ways to think…feel like this is something that needs to be demonstrated to me. i am open for beatings or harshly worded anythings.

6:23PM: need to get more cat food plus shower plus laundry goddamnit i just want to be on a porch drinking mountain dew with a little something else in it and…seems like that’s all…all i want…yeah. should i eat one of the last adderall to keep me going, or what. what the hell. the stuff about worrying about getting ‘called out’ seems like my dad, so great, now i know that, so great. great. sometimes people try farming. should i let the cats roam free and try to work at a farm. free cats back into the ocean…where all the fancy feast in the world awaits them…the fanciest of feasts…wouldn’t they be happy? in the ocean? that is an awful thought no no especially because shirley has been good with her peeing all day. will it ever be back to normal…need ‘life adderall’ to get me back to ‘normal’…will i even feel the effects…mountain dew on a porch…a little something else in it…when can i go home though, do i ever get to go home at the end of this…