Day 3...

Day 3 of my captivity. The small people continue their relentless campaign to destroy my will and turn me into their slave. Right now the furry-headed one appears to be taking a break from asking endless repetitive questions, banging doors, and throwing lego. He appears to be "resting". But I cannot be sure, he could be planning the next move. The angry-sick one is laying on the couch demanding more snacks while watching the millionth episode of Scooby Doo in a row. I have managed to sneak away and get to the computer on the pretext of providing more snacks...the interminable snacks! I have lost the desire to shower. Getting dressed seems pointless. The sleep-deprivation tactic is working. They take turns to sleep while the other one calls out and demands my attention. This keeps me awake all night. A simple, yet effective strategy. Even if I could sleep I would dream of Shaggy and Scooby; providing them endless Scooby snacks while children looked on, laughing hysterically and throwing lego. And there would probably be a clown somewhere.