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.