Day 06:
I didn't get any sleep again last night. Though this time, it was less to do with the cold and more to do with the fact that five or six Blondie's stayed over in Iason's pool room last night.
All. Fucking. Night.
Sure, they didn't need sleep being androids and all, but they hadn't even toned it down a little bit so I could get some shut-eye. But why would they? They were Blondie's, I was a pet. That was an explanation right there.
There'd been laughing and the sound of their gaming and then, for some ungodly reason, someone had decided that music – at full volume – had also been a good idea.
I wish I could've slept last night. At least it would've taken my mind off the endless growling of my stomach. I'm not even sure I have a stomach anymore to be honest. More like… a depressing-black-hole-void-pit-of-despair. Yeah, that sounds right.
When the gurgling sound it makes becomes too annoying to continue listening too, I shuffle myself over to the sink and drink as much as I can manage before returning to my stale corner and bundling myself back up in the two sheets Iason kindly left.
