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It is now day 307 of my isolation. I am still on my medication. I have told Doctor Bingham that my left ear and my right ear have inexplicably switched places and inverted to appear as usual, but he still has not responded. I suspect that he doesn’t believe me, but then again I don’t think he has ever believed a word that has come out of my mouth. I don’t know why I suspect this, but as this feeling has long persisted, I have decided to record it for the first time today.

Doctor Arnold came into work drunk today, again. I realized this when I saw his gait was irregular. He is not the functional alcoholic his personality indicates he thinks he is. In the past I have managed to get Doctor Arnold to speak to me, but the few instances I have managed to do so, he has not offered me any pertinent information as to my situation. While conducting my daily physical, I managed to get him to talk about his wife. Doctor Arnold misses his wife. In my ongoing attempt to construct a narrative surrounding the various doctors around me, I have concluded that Arnold is far away from his wife, and as a result, has resorted to alcoholism. This is likely not true, but the stories I make up keep my mind active.

Doctor Newcomb came in for the third time today. He has yet to find any cavities, but my brushing regiment is strict and thorough enough that such a thing does not surprise me. Every morning, as soon as I wake up, I use the flavorless gel on the finger brush. I brush the front, bottom, and back of my teeth, for thirty seconds on each side. I wonder if that actually helps anything.

I smelled pancakes again today. I have resolved not to tell Doctor Bingham about the various smells I experience. I have no strict reasoning for this, rather that the notion of keeping a secret excites me. Excitement is a rare commodity in my position.

The pen I requested 278 days ago is about to run out of ink for the eighth time. I sent in a request and was told I could get another by tomorrow.

North Wall, (15-B) I saw an ant crawling on the wall. The ant had two heads and walked in a figure eight pattern. I searched the room and found no holes from where it might have emerged. When I returned to look for the ant, it disappeared. There has been no previous activity in this grid.

Ceiling, (1,20) The crack in the corner of the room has slowly been getting larger. It is dark blue in color. I suspect there may be blue paint underneath the white paint on the walls, but I have been instructed not to peel the paint, so I cannot find out.