Day 118 - No News From The Imprisonment Front

I have no news to tell. still.

The days go by without any real change.

Canman comes and goes, Poopa scoops the poop. I eat, sleep, eat, plan for revenge, sleep and plan for more revenge.

The only real change, and break with monotomy, is that the food rations have gotten smaller.

This means that I am more hungry. From before the rations where small, but now.

This pushes any plan that I have forward. I can go starving day in and day out.