The puny village. Nothing new. Me and another guy went out to grab a drink since it was only moderately miserable weather tonite. The service at Rapture is renowned for being miserable, and nothing has changed. We waited about 40 minutes for our bill, and when it hadn’t yet arrived (and no sign of the waitron) we left enough cash to cover the bill, tax, and about a nickel in tip. At least we did that. Leaving nothing would have worked just as well.

Very few locals were out and about on a Sunday evening. Lots of tourists, and the “Klingon crew” of youth that hang out smoking on the mall. Lots of smokers. Nothing new. The village. The Klingon crew is a group of youth that need a bit of mental help. The clothes are straight out of a Star Trek show, they are covered with tattoos and body piercings, and wear various metal attachments. They hang out in a small group and do a lot of smoking. Straight out of a Star Trek episode.

Last night I couldn’t sleep at all. I just lay there wondering how I managed to waste my life away in this remote location where nothing ever changes. Once you get here, your life is constant. Nothing changes, but just like all the property in the village, everything is vacant with big sign on it that declares emptiness. Everything is for lease.

I hope I can sleep tonite.