Day 27 2:47 AM
“Dear Diary
Maybe it was a lack of sleep, or maybe the fog was some kind of hallucinogenic, but as I walked through the teal haze, I eventually found myself in a large Walmart parking lot.
‘Finally, society.’ I said aloud, feeling a mix of both glee and anxiety.
Questioning my sobriety, I quietly walked towards the beaming lights of its entrance.
‘Open 24/7!’ a sign at the entrance read.
‘Walmart has everything’, I said aloud.
Maybe it will finally have some answers.” -Harold