Season: Summer
Weather: no idea. No window. In hospital.
Day of the week: Sunday
Date: 5th February, 2024
A whole bunch of work people came to visit today. So tiring. So embarrassing, even if I was the first to joke about how I had 'slept with a mop', just to make everyone laugh and think I was fine.
I pretty much slept all day. All night.
Sometimes I wonder if it would be best for me to never wake up again. It sounds nice, but I doubt the doctors would allow that to happen.
Stony Boss and THE biggest boss of all have been taking turns watching over me. They've been competing in trying to obtain my attention and favour. It's so embarrassing. The nurses keep teasing me about it. Mortifying. So mortifying.
On another note, I don't know why I wrote about the past in yesterday's entry. I might have to tear out that page. If Bezel and her evil best friend knew that I had started keeping a journal and had written anything about them in it, I would be in sewage so deep that I might drown in it.
In which case, this journal has to be protected. I should find a way to put a lock on it or something. Or just burn the whole thing up one day.
But writing like this is kind of cathartic. I know. Perhaps when I finish writing this journal, I'll burn it. Mmm. Yes. Let's do that.