Upon close inspection of my daily schedule, my family discovered that my daily schedule consisted of things that (according to them) didn't exactly come together as the healthiest activities they had ever come across. Granted, I spent a large portion* pursuing various forms of digital entertainment, of which they don't have the foggiest idea of what exactly am I doing. And so, they decided to give me a form of cruel and unusual punishment: sentencing me to dwell upon what my life was going on in a much loathed watery pit ... The Local Swimming Pool. Oh the lifetime trauma I have experienced in that ... that Place! So much I lost, so much I want to forget, so much that haunts me ... Well maybe not that much. I actually quite enjoyed swimming when I was younger, but as I grow older, it's something that is further and further away from my interests, and as our paths divulge I lose a childhood friend acquaintance. So I found my beloved keyboard wrested from my ...