So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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Anyway I found a way to switch back but I am not sure if I could tell anyone how to do it. All I can say is that I kept clicking on everything until it asked me if I wanted to go back to the old version and I clicked it on and I am not going to click on the new version again until they make me.
But then I did complain to blogger about not being able to switch back anymore, so maybe they answered my pleas. Just kidding they probably ignored my begging. So just keep clicking things and you will find it too. It feels good to be back home.
God bless.
This is an old, closed down 'petrol station'.