Neat.

       On the 25th, I saw something I've never seen before. An Irishman. Red curls and everything.

JAIL

      Oh, wow. I'm in Facebook prison! I can't even comment on my own profile. Apparently, when you talk about a game in your game group, and say you thought about kidnapping some children made of pixels, you're a high offender.

      Of course, if you say you're going to hunt someone down and put a bullet between their eyes, it's not offensive at all.

      My sentence will last for 24 hours. 😆

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       This December, I'll have been living here for six years. I used to be a literal shut-in, and two days ago I finally went a new route. I discovered the river. It's not much to look at, but it's a lot more visible and louder than the one across the street. The walk to get there is long, and uphill; but the first time I barely felt it. I was too angry and frustrated to feel much at all.
      Once you get there, though, it's worth it. I think I'll be going there a lot. I just went around noon, and I feel so relaxed. Considering the shitstorm this world has become, it's a feeling I want to hang onto. Since I can't, going often is the next best alternative. It's so nice to just get away from all the noise and all the people.

      I feel so good. I really wish I could feel like this all the time.