my favourite bunny, robert, was killed the other day. he was run over and left in the road. hazel called kestrel and kestrel took him away. i'm glad kestrel got him and he wasn't thrown away, at least. poor stupid robert. so trusting. and his wife and children keep playing in the road. it's driving me crazy. i keep yelling at them and throwing small stones, but they don't understand. little roberto looks just like him...but with different facial markings.

i don't want to leave my house anymore. i get up, go to work, come home. sometimes i eat. i've been drinking, but i don't even like it. i hardly even get drunk, and never hung over. it's just custom.
i hate eating now. nothing is palatable. i keep throwing away food. i'll leave it to sit in my room a few days, hoping i'll come back to it, but it always looks even less apetising the second and third day.
i cannot think of anything i would really enjoy eating right now. not even pizza, or a good tofu sandwich.
it's sad, i'm actually kinda happy when i have to work. it gives me something to do without having to think about what to do. should i read this boring book or another boring book? watch this crappy movie or another crappy movie? sleep now or later? whiskey or gin?