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