April 3, 1984. things have been quiet the last few days as a table top version of Galaga has moved in beside us. The subsequent raids by the Pac have lessened.
I think I may be going crazy. I'm so hungry. Today, a cherry went dancing by me. I tried to eat it but merely passed through it. Then a pretzel, and I think eventually a key.
Sometimes I feel as if the world is a giant maze that I am wandering around simply for someone else's amusement.
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