First entry of Mr. Strider's Diary. April 2nd 1985 I watched a cartoon with ████ today. We both fell asleep on the couch. I woke up and put him in his bed about twenty minutes ago. I've been putting off writing in this for a while. I found the motivation finally and decided there's no better time than now. Work was shit today. I'm tired, and my boss won't get off my ass about deadlines. Like, I get it, but I'm working with half of the energy I would have if he just gave me an hour or two for a break. I didn't really eat today either. I ought to head back to bed.