Sunday, Sept. 14, 2003 - 12:53 a.m.

I can't see anything anymore. I'm not blind, though, I just can't see. What happened, I think, was that I closed my eyes, and someone taped them shut. That wasn't a nice thing to do. When I get out of this box, I'll make sure to give them a severe beating.

This box is very cramped. Not much air, either.

Reminds me of that time when I was twelve. I watched a film where someone got put in a box… they died, which doesn't exactly fill me with hope, but that was fiction, after all. In the film, this guy thought he was really great, like Houdini or something, and he locked himself in a box, then set the box on fire (this box isn't on fire), and then he burned to death. Actually, I might've just made that up. I have an itch I can't scratch, on the back of my neck.

Not much to do in a box, really. I think I'll go to sleep now.