11/19/2019
Dear diary journal,
Today, I decided to start keeping a diary journal. A lot has been going on in my life as of late. To be honest, it's a little overwhelming! When I think about all of the recent things that have happened to me, I can't help but to imagine a shepherd losing his flock of sheep. I hope that writing all of this stuff down will help me to allocate and retain the day's events. Maybe it'll provide new insights, too? Again, so much has been going on.
Let's start with last Thursday, shall we? Okay!
11/14 — I had gazpacho for breakfast today. I know, journal, I know! "Gazpacho isn't a breakfast food!" In my defense, I'd had it the previous night. It came out so well, and it's one of those dishes that, somehow, tastes even better the next day! I'm getting pretty close to how mom used to make it. It reminds me of her. I wish I'd gotten her recipe, though.
11/15 — I saw a dog while walking to work. A fellow was running through the neighborhood, and he was joined by a humongous Chow-Chow named Gus! Gus was a proper gentleman; he didn't rush me, or jump all over me, or anything like that. He sat there, looking like a very proud bear, and let me pet him. I laughed when his tongue flopped out of his mouth, and wished him and his owner (Matthew) a great day.
11/16 — Danielle took my order at the café. We talked for a while about literature, as we often do. While she's extremely pretty in general, seeing her eyes light up as we discuss the books we've been reading is something else. It makes me happy to see her happy, even if it's over such a trivial thing. She asked me if I had Facebook Messenger, and I told her that I did not. Perhaps I'll download it soon. But won't that seem strange, to download an app just to talk to her? It strikes me as pathetic. I'm sure Danielle would think so, too.
11/17 — There's a spot in my apartment, near the kitchen, where the paint has chipped from the wall. I'd never noticed it before, and I don't believe I've ever bumped into that spot, or had a piece of furniture rubbing against it. Stranger still is that the small piece of exposed wall appears damp. It's a dull white color. I'll have to see about getting it painted over.
11/18 — I had a dream about Gus and Danielle. In the dream I was riding on Gus's back, as if he were some shaggy horse! We galavanted around a park, where people waved and cheered and laughed at us. When Gus started to tire out, we went to a quieter corner, only to find Danielle there. She wasn't surprised to see me astride a massive dog. She smiled as I dismounted Gus and came over to say "Hello". Before long we were close. Very close. Danielle smelled of roses. I became thoroughly lost in her blue eyes. They brought to mind glaciers in a serene seascape. I woke up, disappointed that I didn't stay asleep a moment longer.
I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. On my way back to bed, my attention was drawn to the damp-looking spot on my wall. It had grown larger and more round—or so I thought. With my nose nearly touching the wall, I noticed that there were tiny red lines within the rough circle. I blinked, and then found myself staring into a pale blue eye. I gasped and stumbled backwards. The pupil shook, vibrating from side to side in minuscule motions, flicking up and down in spasmodic jerks. It rolled upwards, disappearing into the wall as a high-pitched screeching grew in volume. There was a pause in the world around me. My lungs forgot to take in air and my heart froze. I heard a mechanical crash, as if gears that spanned continents had turned.
A woman screamed from somewhere impossibly far away. The noise echoed in my soul. Everything went dark.
There we are! All caught up. Until we next meet, journal!
As suggested by the title, this thread is for random thoughts, reflections, rambles, etc.