Nov 26, 2042- Day 67

You know, one of the strangest things about my condition is that there are going to be things that I cannot control. Like I can almost not really walk on two legs anymore and I’m getting to the point where I look like just one really big dog. Thankfully most of the people around here have already seen me a few times and know what the deal is. But if I go out for any length of time I start getting all these talks about whose dog I am and why I’m not on a leash

I’ve also started to stop bothering wearing shoes outside anymore. The callouses on my hands and feet have gotten thick enough and I’ve lost enough weight that I can handle most surfaces well enough, especially since everything is covered in snow. Doesn’t mean I’m going to just stop wearing clothes though, I still have some standards and dignity left.

Though a part of me wonders whether or not that will still be the case in the end. Felix doesn’t wear anything at all, though he lost everything about who he is. I’ve already found it somewhat difficult to be inside during the night as I’ve apparently grown in my winter coat. Will there eventually be a time when I decide that clothing isn’t worth it and go out in the nude? Will I eventually need a leash myself to go anywhere outside his yard?

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