it gets dark outside so gosh darn early.

I get sad over silly realizations.
Like the other day I was watching the television, and they were talking about kidnapping and how to protect one's child. They talked about fingerprints. I then remembered being in kindergarten, and having to be shuffled into a room with other five year olds that shared the same end of the alphabet with me. And there was a police officer. And he put ink on our little fingers, and then pressed them onto a card with our name on it. But, he sort of pressed too hard, and it kind of hurt, but you didn't want to say anything because he was a police officer.

and if some point after that, I found myself kidnapped and slaughtered in a barn somewhere, the local police station had my fingerprints. Thank God.

The likely hood those fingerprints would have been used to find me alive are slim.

How sad.