There is nothing either good or bad

( Hamlet, prince of Denmark )

It's... early. 4:30pm. I wonder why I'm awake. I've been sleeping very sporadically for the last few days. I guess you could call it sleeplessness. At least I don't have a job to go to. That would have been disasterous. I'd fall asleep all the time.

It's sunny! I want to go out. It's really nice outside. I should go out. The sun is nice. And warm. Spring is a very good time of year..! Before the wasps awake but still warm enough to enjoy everything. Wasps are nasty, I'm allergic to them. My cousin saved me from wasps once. He came to visit a few weeks ago, very unexpected. I wonder where he went to... I've been watching a show called QI, on the computer. Stephen Fry is a funny man, very clever.

I just woke up and the clock says it's past 10pm. I think I lost a day. Or gained a night, I can't say. It doesn't matter, in the end. I'm awake. I miss Socks. I like this bed, I don't want to get up. It's already late anyway, I can stay here and watch television. Only I don't have a television in my bedroom. I need more pillows, more more more pillows. Four is not enough at all.

I'm tired.

I am reading Shakespere's sonnets. I like them, they're very nice and calming. I think I lost my right shoe yesterday. I am out. Of. Cereal. Not that I ever had any in the first place, but I realised today that I am out of cereal. Allons-y, my friend. I think I have a doctor's appointment in the morning, but I can never remember where my doctor resides. I hope the girl does, she's supposed to take me there. I really shouldn't eat bell peppers in bed, my sheets are stained with red.

I got a Valentines card from my mother. She's far away. But she always sends Valentines. I think I have a box for her Valentines. And her letters. When is Valentine's Day? My mother writes me a lot, for being a mother. I'm bad at writing letters. I don't even write notes. Maybe that's why i forget stuff. I forget a lot of stuff. I forgot where I put my script. I don't know where it is. But I have that within which passes show, these but the trappings and the suits of woe. One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

[Around 11pm]

I like kittens. Jude is going away. I've made a new friend. Bamboo is not good.

It was very long ago since I had pizza. But I had it this morning, so it's not very long ago now. I haven't had a pizza breakfast since I was nineteen. It tasted strange. I think I prefer noodles.

My bedroom is filled with feathers. I think my pillows are broken. Feathers all over! And coffee... Coffee stains. I think I burnt my hand, but I'm fine. But there's coffee in my bed. I will sleep on the couch. Good thing I have a couch!

I'm going to see a show. At the theatre. I'm scared. I think it's going to be fun.

Last week was an interesting one. I visited a sex shop and got scolded by Jude. I don't like that he treats me like a kid, I'm not not NOT a kid. He's here right now, he's making lunch because I forgot to eat for the last two days. I don't want him here when he's not happy, he makes me unhappy and I don't like being unhappy. And he's making french fries. I don't. Like. Him.

Ahahaha. I have bubble wrap. And you don't. I will pop it all. By. My. Self. And I won't share. I'm out of milk, I need more milk. I have nothing to drink. Can someone get me milk?