Day 199. The Rubicon has almost been crossed. I still have 19 food rations and one bar of chocolate left. I will try to stretch them out for as long as possible, but I understand perfectly well that it is pointless.
Among other things, the cosmonauts' personal kits contained a disposable syringe with a local anesthetic. Like everything else, I collected them all in one container in my "storage box." Today, I moved it closer to my sleeping place. An overdose of the drug is guaranteed to cause loss of consciousness and cardiac arrest. When it becomes unbearable, and that moment will surely come, I will use it.