Damn art shop closes too early, this city is completely useless for anything except crack and getting drunk, and even then you have to get drunk in your house because nothing is happening elsewhere.

This city only revives itself slightly on Fridays and Saturdays, and even then it's a half-assed attempt requiring life support and a fucking IV.

It's time to move on... I've been here too long. Anticipation will either motivate you or destroy you. I'm feeling hopeful.

I'm going to build a castle out of marshmallow and hide inside, I'll eat my way out when the time is right and all that sugary sweetness will hopefully manifest itself in a brand new outlook.