Saturday 10th Feb.

It went like this, the day grew darker as the sun forgot to rise. Grey it began & black it became. Of course it rained, how else do these things get written? But I like the rain, it cling-films the lonley days, keeps the silence at bay and lets me drift. When else do I think? Let's be honest, the reason I watch so much TV comedy is so that the laughing hides the silence & the thinking.

[I think I may have been suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder when I wrote this last month]