Day 101. In my mind, I always called this day the "equator." The middle of my little life. I have exactly half of my food supplies left. But this is mainly a psychological turning point. Until this moment, it was still possible to mentally put something off until later. Now, there is less time ahead than has already passed. The food problem is still unresolved, which means I have no other choice but to go into economy mode. With only one goal in mind — to delay the inevitable end.
