Happy Birthday to me!

This daylog has traveled back in time, to warn you of the horrors of the future!

It is the Nineteenth, a time of unrest and terror! After the glorious weekend spent basking in birthday-fueled love, I am sealed back up in this cold gray box, hammering keys and smiling at people I don't like.

SAVE YOURSELF! Don't leave home. Flee! Run off to the tropics.

Nothing here has changed! 1 year older and the pattern remains the same.

Brief interludes of joy do not help.
I must escape.

That is why I send this message into the past. I pray that I find it in time.