I have, wouldn't you know, read a study that said that members of the male gender are more scared outside of things beyond a window, while women are more scared of things under their feet. Isn't that interesting? No, it isn't. Below your feet is the rumbling of the earth, and outside the window is the distortion of the sunset against the sky. You see, I'm not scared of either of those things. I've seen the floor burn from underneath my feet, I've seen the windows smashed. There's nothing to be scared of if you can come to terms with what's inside your head.
I'm getting melancholy again. I'm keeping another night vigil after last night. I'd light up a cigarette, but I want to think for a moment without having to light one of these finicky matches. I'd get a longer set, but I feel I'm wasting them then. I keep some in my bag, but those are strictly for the purposes of arson, y'know?
I do hope the police don't keep Lexi in for questioning too long. I do believe he has to pick up a prescription soon and it would be such a shame if I missed that.
Now, I've not set a puzzle in the longest time. Care to try one, good fellows?
15 51 15 42/44 11 25 15 33/11/52 11 31 52/24 33/13 11 33 31 11 43 44 15 42?