If you are reading this that means the internet works and there is still hope. As I type this, I'm in the library, a dark desolute place that houses dusty books, damned souls and annoying people that can't get off their phones. I'm spending my Sunday in this cold secular tomb of knowledge, cold cold knowledge, far from the beauties of the outside world. I miss trees, cats, been clean shaven. The large windows are a curse. They promise the sights of nature, but deliver only madness.
It's been eleven days since this started and I must preserve for nineteen more. God save us all.
(On the plus side, Doctor Who was pretty good last night.)
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