Monday

Woke up.
Saw mouse in kitchen.
Freaked out.
Called mother.
Told to trap it and release it outside.
‘Outside’ happens to be on the 8th floor = suicide drop
New plan: need mouse trap.
Device, not the game. Considerably less fun.
Now scared to go into kitchen.
Believes every noise I hear to be another mouse gathering for a terrifying group attack while I’m sleeping later tonight.