journal_day25.txt

cant stop thinking about food. real food. bacon. eggs. toast with butter. my moms lasagna. pizza. anything.

temp 32. freezing. air quality still moderate.

i found some ketchup packets in the back of a drawer. ate them. tasted like hope. then nothing.

the manual keeps saying wait. maintain shelter until conditions improve. trust the system.

the system is a luxury hole in the ground with a fake plant and finding nemo.

im not waiting anymore. im going to freeze to death down here or freeze to death up there. might as well see the sky first.

journal_day27.txt