Half a Dozen of One and Five of the Other

[Editor's Note: records of the intervening hours are being decrypted with great difficulty due to being nearly illegibleAlmost completely consumed in a small-scale booze fire at my apartment.. I apologize for the inconvenience.]

Found a record player.

Peer Gynt playing on continuous loop. Keeps me sane.

Maybe this time.

See that guy? In front? Not a zombie. Creepy anyway, isn't he? I am like that now.

[...]This space reserved for the sound of a gun firing.

Less likely than death by ignition or melting of nightware, less likely than death by contact with venemous snakes and lizards.

Still more likely than being dealth four aces and a joker. That's something-thing. Let I - me - give solitaire poker-er a try...