Whoosh

Day 2967: It's Monday again. The rat race continues to assimilate me. I work on my exit strategy when I have the energy. The rats drain me of everything I have. When I have a day where they aren't gnawing at my feet too much, I can read a few more pages and learn a few new tricks for escaping. They're letting me out now for the evening, only to consume that of which indebts me to their race.