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#First World Problems

Log Entry #0005

Morale is low. Today, the sheets to the bunks were changed, but the duvet is too short to tuck into the bed and snuggle around my giant frame. Existential questions including, “How do I fit in this small world?” haunt my waking nightmares. Kitchen patrol was established today, and I have been selected as the first victim. Faith and I scoured the kitchen. So many hostiles surrounded us. Who knows what colonies of germs have infested the stained dish towels. We cannot hold them off for much longer. Everything is gummy, damp, and crusty with the kind of negligence that only comes from twenty somethings living alone for the first time. The water in the shower has been cold for over twenty four hours. We are starting to lose hope of ever feeling warmth again. We must remain strong.