Its friday night in 2026 and there is no beer because of acute shortages since the refinery blew up. Having to make do with tea tree tea and emergency pixxa. Having to burn wood to keep my house above 25 degrees in this rainy and green hellscape. Running out of it and not sure my supplies will last until the year after next. Grim mood. Watching the end of Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1947) to distract myself from having to go to bed early.