A few thoughts

  “I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around--nobody big, I mean--except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff--I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.” You know what I’d like? I’d like to have a little house on a big farm. Not a farm that grows animals or crops of any kind, just a farm for a farm’s sake. Maybe I’ll grow some fruits, nothing too showy, just whatever grabs my fancy. I’d have a cosy little spot in my bedroom where I’d sit and write my little stories all day. And I’d have three big dogs- some kind that would...

  I spent the day with my parents and my dog. I ate very little and very normal food. I did not talk to or meet anyone special. I did not listen to my favourite songs and did not watch my favourite movies. It was quite an uninteresting day, but I didn't mind it very much. I noticed the green in the trees more, listened ardently to people walking by, I even tried my best to throw in a joke or two every once in a while. The day was far from ideal, but let me walk you through it, since there isn’t much else to do. I assembled a couple of chairs and a makeshift wardrobe for my parents, which mostly felt good but also served as a grim reminder of how weak and scrawny my hands had become, nevertheless I finished it successfully and now a wonky wardrobe stands proudly where there once used to be space to move around. I dropped some curry on the new sofa but luckily it's in a place my mother will hopefully take a few days to find out, the curry was no good anyway. My dog bit my hand an...