Change of Pace

The thought had crossed my mind to sneak out so I could go to church. Something normal, even for just a few hours. I kind of miss it. Not to mention the bonus of beating his system and causing him great frustration. I think Warlike has picked up on my restlessness over the whole Christmas thing. That’s one of the nice things about my honesty policy is I can be moody and not have to hide it. Besides it creates a great false front. (Man we are full of contradictions.) I can be all depressed one day and bitchy another and they just swallow it all as plain fact. That could come in handy some days when I need to use misdirection.

Anyways, this morning Warlike announced that he wanted to move me some place “safe.” Ha! What a joke, my whole reason for existing as I do today is to be in danger, on purpose. And he would be the one sending me there. The real question is safe from what? Is he trying to scare me or is there a real threat? The Feds or Watchman?

Maybe he sensed that I was itching to escape and he wants to keep a hold of me for now at least. So there is an elaborate plan to whisk me out of the house when my two guardians go to some fancy Christmas party tonight. I will get picked up by one of the others and taken to God knows where. This may be the last you hear from me.