From last night.
The strangest thing has happened. I have been woken up by Rodney the Dog in a strange fit of shaking or stretching. What possessed him to awake at 11:40 PM? Still stranger, I went to bed at 10 PM, maybe later, which means less than 2 hours of sleep, but I feel fully rested. The eeriness of this occurrence has given rise to mild paranoia and creeping suspense. Have I been hijacked by an ancient race of Brain Miner Slugs? There could be one operating right now, using my body as his vehicle to gleeful Earth-bound operations. I am half expecting Mr. Grey to walk through the door at any moment, or a great pulse of light to pour through the window, accompanied by a dull hum. Rodney the Dog sensed something perhaps. I never felt clearer in body and mind than at this moment, which inversely has caused nothing but confusion and disbelief. I had to glance at my cell phone several times. The time was not registering in my head. I considered having a drink of water and going out to the computer to start a blog entry in this frigid night, but that would leave me too exposed; the perfect place to be nabbed. Ethel the Cat has stirred as well, and she gazes through the blinds of the only window in the room at this moment. What does she see in the darkness? I let her out of my room to go explore what she wishes. But Rodney stays. What now? How will I get back to bed in this state of mind? It seems impossible, but when I do lay down I feel exceedingly relaxed, like I should be going to sleep anyway. The battery is low on this laptop, a feeble, termperamental battery that grows incredibly hot when charged, like it is ready to melt into some sort of combustible acid soup. The glow of this screen is the only light in the room, a ghostly light that may inadvertently atrract Them. I imagine I should let the room back into darkness and get back to sleep. Or maybe they are waiting for me to hit the pillow so they can launch their cosmic kidnapping. Who is They goddammit! It is growing colder in this room and I must get back under the covers. I must try to go back to sleep. I considered staying awake all night, but what would I do? If boredom seizes me so easily during the day, how in the world would I survive this unpopulated night? There is nothing out there. I could play videogames or watch TV or read. None of these options sound too appealing at the moment. Neither does ingesting some sort of strange substance to dillate time and maybe force out the Brain Miner Slug from its comfortable cockpit. The TV just shifted its weight. I hate that. It made my stomach drop. She snores very loudly. My arms are cold. So are my fingers. Everything else is fine. This is Brain Miner Slug 2,345 signing out.
