Day 44 of Staying the Fuck Inside

Decided to have some lighthearted fun and see if there were any songs about “44 days” on YouTube.

Found one.

Lyrics were oddly specific about a horrific crime.

Perusing the comments, led me to a web search, which landed me with the story of Junko Furuta’s murder in 1989.

Jesus Christ. What the hell is wrong with people?!

And I thought the Syliva Likens case was horrible.

Well, so much for that.

Anyway, research at your leisure. I don’t feel the need to link to it. It makes The Girl Next Door seem like a romantic comedy. I can only wonder if Dallas knew about this case.

So, anyway. Day 44. Still here. Still alive. Still healthy, and somewhat sane. Last night I recorded a podcast with a friend, and that was a lot of fun. Definitely lifted my spirits.

Today we have groceries arriving this afternoon, and tonight will probably bring chapter 5 of The Rambillicus Book.