Day 5

This morning, before I went to sit my shift in the Command and Control Vehicle, I prepared a dough for a loaf of bread. Unbeknownst to me, I deposited the better portion of that dough onto my shirt. The amount of dough on my shirt is not small. I am a dough penguin. I noticed the dough mere minutes into my workday. It did not go unmarked.

Now it is night, and still I wear the dough. In isolation, who is there to lose respect for me but myself?

Isolation from the Dread Disease is like joining a convent. You lock yourself away for love of the people, and the people think you do it for fear of the world. Never so. I and my sisters will strike the Dread Disease with our nunchucks.

I want to make friends with the crows, but they say they don't need new friends. The crows haven't heard of the Dread Virus. They congregate. Murderers.

Tomorrow I will make them love me. They will love me for my peanuts.