Kit Peridot
February 10th, 2026
I met a woman today who was mad. She told me about a type of thermometre called a neuralyser which her five evil brothers were using on everyone for some unknown purpose. She expressed her disdain for people who pretended to be doctors, which according to her was all of them. I did not believe the things she said, but I was willing and eager to listen. I am reluctant to pity her as pity can so easily ferment into condescension. Whatever I feel toward her, I wish her well.
February 5th, 2026
4 months with my girlfriend today... excellent. I meant to write in this journal yesterday but I got so sleepy from a 24 ounce can of strong beer that I fell asleep at 9PM. The beer was recommended to me by an eccentric gentleman while I was looking around at a convenience store.
February 1st, 2026
My girlfriend was in town for the weekend. We went to the best burger joint in town, as well as a cafe on the main drag that had opened a year or two ago. I hadn't yet been, although I had been intending to go.
My girlfriend and I were waiting for her bus at the bus terminus when a gentleman by the name of Dante struck up a pleasant conversation with us. He said he was originally from the bordering Provincial Capital, but he had moved to a town up north as he was in the (legal) cannabis business and there happened to be a farm up there. He seemed like an all-around nice and knowledgeable fellow.