It helps me relax over the weekends.

... awful lot of federales out there ... 

You on vacation, Brooks(?) or have they taken you away from me? It would explain your absence at the McDonald's. The free wi-fi was the best thing on their menu. Mind you I didn't even need to go inside for a connection. I can write what I want in the notepad, get close enough to their broadband, copy & paste my updates and SEND. All it takes is a few seconds.

The Bureau has the man power & cash flow to complete my story, but they're being ridiculous to not include you. You wrote my profile ... You know me better than my own mother. You know every aspect of my signature. Why shouldn't you be included ...

Why aren't you included?

I see it now. You haven't disappointed. I get it now.

The clues ... LOL ... I've purposely offered MORE clues just to get your attention ^_^ And when you don't show, I go even further ... You little shit. I bet you're sitting in Lakewood with a fat fucking smile on your face. They set up a control center for you. I imagine you're delegating the puppets around every link I've stupidly connected for you.

Okay. Not a problem. We can take it up a notch ^_^

The weekend had little surprises. Much like your gawd I rest over the weekends ... that will probably change at random now.  I'd hate to be orderly. Order is like the ticking of a clock; everything does as it should, we become comfortable with that and eventually we don't give it a second thought.

You remember the loud ticks & gong of my mother's antique clock? Did you know sometimes my mother would ask me if the clock was still running? She became so accustomed to the noises that she no longer heard it. She subconsciously drowned itself out in her brain. Ask Katherine about habituation. It makes us equally complacent & asleep within the world. Fills me with dread.

I prefer to be awake. I'd loathe to harmonize with the billions of lethargic drones. People existing on auto-pilot.  They seek such comfort in complacency. Most will wait to be rescued rather than do anything. Most will watch another die waiting for the rescuer. That's insanity, Brooks. Then again the entire basis of your job depends on their unconcerned contentment, so feel free to disagree.

Chaos slaps our lives in the face. Anarchy forces change. Maelstrom forces survival. Pandemonium puts everything and everyone on an equal playing field.  It's goal seeks to persuade desires for control & organization to learn from nature.  Like tornadoes chewing the expensive homes of a fragile status symbol, tossing their expensive cars and self-satisfaction like wadded paper to the waste bin.

Yes, Brooks ... Sudden confusion will wake you right the fuck up.