10

Evening
The monkeys were advancing, and I told James as much. He told me to relax, but there was no way I could relax before I gave the robots their briefing. The only problem was, I couldn't find the robots. I must have sent them to the front lines already. I shouted for my secretary until James came back and threatened to tie me into bed again. No, no, no; I could not be tied down now. Not when the monkeys were about to cross into what had always been my territory. I began planning a night mission.

Dawn
Breakfast was a mess. My scrambled eggs were overcooked and the toast was undertoasted. The butter didn't even melt. I complained to the waiter. Somehow the other patrons started a foodfight. James tied me into bed.

Dawn
Yesterday slipped from me. I managed to write my log entry before they retied me, but...whatever I keep taking takes from me, too. I lost a lot. I don't even want to know how much.

Afternoon
I promise to behave. I promise to behave. I promise to behave.

Unknown time
How can I be "good", if I, first of all, don't know what "good" means to them, and second of all, if the scratchings and chatterings of those stupid monkeys keep me from sleeping? STOP. IT.

Dawn
Someone new came to see me. He seems nice, but I can't tell yet what side he's working for. I will, as always, wait and observe.