Dear Diary,


Happy wife, happy life.

But I don't have a wife yet.

Not yet.

Today I decided to give little Lexie some food.

It seemed that not getting any sleep had made her more kind and loving.

See?

It's not that hard.

So I gave her instant porridge.

Little powder.

Original.

Plain.

No flavour.

That's enough for her.

But there was a secret ingredient.

She was going to hallucinate.

Yay.

Eventually, she did start hallucinating.

And to make things more fun, I bought some beef.

I wanted her to smell the wonderful smell and see the beef sitting right there...

But not eat it.

Aww.

I kind of felt sad for her.

But there was no choice.

You know how experiments are.

I recorded all of it too.

Melissa needs to learn from Lexie.

I can't believe I watched Lexie cry for ice cream.

It was crazy.

Imagine a lunatic with borderline disorder or mood swings.

One minute she's laughing.

Then crying.

Then smiling.

Then lying down like she's completely traumatized.

It's absolutely entertaining.

The sad part is that the hallucinations last for seven hours.

Seven hours.

That's a long time.

After that, I took her outside for a walk.

I wanted her to get some fresh air.

And I wanted to see if she would try to run away.

She didn't.

Although I think the walk gave her the idea.

I could see it.

She was looking around.

Thinking.

Planning.

But I had already put an electric fence around the house.

I haven't had time to build a giant wall yet.

It's also cold outside.

And it rains quite often.

So the fence will do for now.

Oh, I almost forgot about the best part of the day.

While we were walking, trying to get some fresh air and bring her back to reality, she got bitten by a snake.

I know.

I know.

I did expect the snake to bite her.

That's actually why I took her outside.

His name is Peter.

Peter is my snake.

He once bit me when I was young.

I still remember it.



So I thought maybe Lexie and Peter could get to know each other.

They did.

Very quickly.

When she was bitten, I loved seeing her cry about dying.

It was such a nice little moment.

I asked her if she knew any ways of surviving a snake bite.

She didn't.

Then she asked me for help.

That was the interesting part.

She actually asked me.

For my help.

I was very happy.

I made sure she could feel me touching her while I pretended not to know exactly what to do.

Then I took her inside.

I was panicking.

Well...

Happy panicking.

She was panicking too.

So we were both panicking together.

I think that's called bonding.

I searched online while sitting next to her and tried to figure out what kind of snake Peter was.

Well, I have my own ways.

The information said the venom would eventually shut down her organs if she didn't get it treated.

Apparently, it could take about a month. A month.

That's plenty of time.

And now I'm her doctor.

With her medicine.

Yay.

I think she likes me more now.

She has to.

After all, I'm the person who can help her.

So if she fucks with me...

I'll fuck with her.

Not literally fucking.

We're not there yet, Melissa.

Goodnight, Diary.