Day 6 of queuing as Team Fennie

I've made some new friends. 2 People have sat down on a table nearby. Their names are above their head, but I named them "Winston" and "Karla" instead. It doesn't really matter, it's a parasocial relationship anyway.

The feeling of hunger has subsided, replaced simply by a sense of exhaustion. Everything gets numb after a while. You stop living, you merely exist. Continuing forwards for the vague hope that something may change if you just hold out long enough.