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Day 3 of my captivity. Basic supplies beginning to run low. I'm afraid I'll have to go on strictest of rationing regimes. Just scraped the last of the hardened peanut butter from around the edges of the jar. Just enough sugar left for one more cup of hot tea. Found a stash of several jars of jelly, but plans for tea-sweetening created several small explosions. It's mere luck captors did not investigate the holes in the smaller room's floor . Plans in the make to endure chewing on tea bags. However, first implementing trials for sweetening with eggnog. Even if successful, only two cough drops left to dissolve in the mixture. Control of the coughing fits will then fall to the experimental method of swallowing teaspoons of vegetable oil to soothe the lacerations. The chill seeping into my holding facility is beginning to create severe signs of synovial chondromatosis. Begin today carving rudimentary crutches from headboard. No signs of either holders or other holdees, though sounds come through the ceiling and walls. Appears to be some kind of extreme, joint or large group, laughter-related interrogation technique. The incessant slamming of doors during normal sleeping hours I suspect to be a sleep-deprivation tactic. I refuse to let them win. I've begun depriving my own sleep instead to regain control. Primary mission still remains unfinished, although I continue to work on the plans and statistics remaining in my own consciousness. Supplementing those with any material I can find laying around the internet. I've also taken to singing loudly to myself to stave off the voices. Their whispering gets louder each day. They don't seem to have very valid ideas. Hence the current state of the east wall. I make another fling at freedom tomorrow night at 1840. Entirely different strategist this time. Details still highly classified, but I have strong hopes that using small children as a shield is one of the voices' best plans yet. Here's believing that next entry will be entered from somewhere out in the great wide world. Eyes are beginning to burn from scratching away in the poor light. Captive 1/03, over and out.
