Diary of Edgar Pierce. A little experiment.
Thursday: Ate squid at insistence of sister.
Friday: Or quite possibly octopus.
Saturday: The texture was rubbery, although not quite as rubbery as rubber itself. Obsession with cephalopodic meal continues.
Sunday: Am being followed by strange presences dressed in trench coats and fedoras. The aroma of the sea.
Monday: Bright lights and strange sounds preceded abduction through my bedroom window.
Tuesday: Anal probe.
Wednesday: I begin to suspect that I have not eaten squid. Humiliating rescue by sister. In hospital.