## november 08, 2026.

Every time I think I have it figured out, I find myself with my back to the wall again.
Is it so difficult to just live a peaceful life? It's just that I don't want to fight to
be happy, but I suppose that's far-fetched.

It's not fair to me. You know that. You think you can get away with it, anyway, and you
can. I just wish things could be different, but I've said that already.

No matter how much I say it, it wouldn't be enough.

Don't think I've forgotten about that meatloaf you owe me. Sooner or later I'll be coming
to collect my dues—or at least, I hope I will. Give it another two years; will you talk
to me? 

It's weird that it's warm in November out here in Ontario. Back home, snow is on the ground
already, and I'm not there to see it. I'll be back soon, and we'll all go bowling together,
just like old times. 

Blender is fun. I've been working on an animation that I think is pretty swag. I can't wait
to show you all.

My life goes on in an ugly, twisted way; I sip on microwaved blood and call it therapy.
Have you any idea what you've done to me?

Just what do you think you're doing?