The lost children are comrades to the little birds that have infiltrated these lands.

Yesterday was pretty good, it's been one of the first good days in a while.

It was Kirsten's birthday, she's now officially 2.1 decades old. We didn't really have much of a party, just kind of a hang out thing with friends. Gifts, little food, the like. I got her Harriet the Spy because she loves that movie. We also went and did our daily book reading at the local Hastings because we're both broke. At dinner I was told that most of the kids I spend my days with haven't seen me eat since I've been here... What the hell? I have eaten, I just have a weird thing about having people see me eat, the idea of it just weirds me out.

We also got a retarded stoner prank pulled on us tonight. Who the fuck leaves twenty pairs of sunglasses and little marshmallows on the ground outside the house and thinks that's a prank, seriously. But we got the kid who did it to clean up his own mess... so prank didn't work out as well as he'd planned.

Now I'm the only one awake, and I've been in between surfing the internet and being scared by the original Fatal Frame... just because it doesn't have the best graphics doesn't mean it's not scary as fuck... immersion!

Well, I'm done with this... I can't write anything anymore... Hopefully I'll be home soon... I hate the Comanche County Police Department.