Been reading Stanton Friedman's Captured, about the Betty and Barney Hill UFO incident. I wasn't very invested early on in the book, which was more my fault than the book's, but last night I read a sizable chunk and stayed up late as a result. I woke up to a rhythmic pounding sound that was reminiscent of something generated from the bowels of Mordor. It was seven thirty; I was not happy. They're constructing another building across the park and work started early. This is a quiet place, but only relatively speaking. It takes a concerted effort to leave society behind. Maybe someday I'll go off-grid. Maybe not.
Ok, this is aggravating. I typed the above paragraph a few days ago and didn't get back to it until today. I typed another several paragraphs and, because of the wonders of technology, or more Spira's laptop , everything new I added was deleted.
Not terribly thrilled, especially considering the time and effort I put into it. I'm not going through that again, so fuck it.
Maybe another time.
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