Day two. Slept in my car last night. Not comfortable, but I DIDN'T GET BIT. Went to the laundromat at 1:00 a.m. and threw my sleeping bag in the dryer with the pillow to ensure I was not cross-infesting.
The current battle strategy has changed: Tomorrow my landlord will be on the premises, and I will ask him if I can move into one of his vacant apartments. He should say yes for two reasons: One, I occupy his "show" apartment--the nicest one he has, which would be good for attracting new tenants. Two, bed bugs cannot replicate if they don't have blood (from a host) (me).
If he is agreeable, I will sterilize all my shit before moving it into the new place (in the oven). If he is not, we'll have to rethink things. But I can't do this much longer. Monomania to the extreme. I don't care about girls, money, school, nothing. These bastards have gotten into my brain.
New Welts Found in the last 24 hours: Two (see below)
Thoughts that sustain me: I need to have one thing that I enjoy per day, one thing I am thankful for, one thing I got out of the day. If there is nothing, if the bed bugs consume all of my positive energy (positive frequencies), then they have won.
Ruby's at it again! Oh, that Ruby! (Ruby does the Eddie Winslow)
i got a fever and the only prescription is more bedbug prose!
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