Today I read through my old poems for the first time in years.
Today I fell sick again.
Today was a glorious day. I woke up at 8am to do laundry and then went for a walk in the park.
Today I was ill all day. Poor me.
Today I fell sick, right at the end of Friday, right before the start of the weekends. Boo.
Today I felt depressed for no good reason, and played the guitar till I hurt.
Today I played squash with Gareth.
Today I had fun at the Go club again.
Today the weather was severe. I stayed home and played the guitar all evening.
Today I tried playing Cavatina on the guitar.
Today I had Gareth over for dinner and it was highly enjoyable.
Today I played Go, and played the guitar, and wished I had talent.
Today I had a good workout playing squash with Bryan. I needed that.
Today I didn't go to the Go club because I didn't feel sociable.
Today I didn't want to have anything to do with the world. Go away.
Today I was sad and melancholic maybe because I didn't get much sleep or maybe because my life really had no meaning.
Today I did some couply gardening at the allotment with Peter, like an elderly couple.
Today Peter arrived in Oxford from Plymouth, and I talked his ears off.
Today I wished I was on holiday, even if it rained all day.