Day 1

The day was neither good nor bad.

Day 2

This morning I awoke feeling out of sorts. I spent the day arranging things in alphabetical order: sofa, table, vase.

Day 3

The best part of the day is when the day is over.

Day 4

Today I felt naked and exposed, conspicuous, so I made myself small as a comma and went about my day unobserved.

Day 5

Today the water under the bridge tried to persuade me to jump in.

Day 6

Irony is more interesting when it is happening to my neighbor.

Day 7

In the beginning was the word, and the word was love.

Day 8

Others are afraid of the dark, also, and that is why we have candles.

Day 9

The story is never over. You will never wrap it around your wrist like a chain of clover.

Day 10

Today I was not unhappy.

Day 11

I have grown suspicious of x, y, and z, but a, b, and c are still at the front of the line.

Day 12

In the best of times there is a word for every thing, and every word is in its place.

Day 13

Sometimes I think wishes really do come true. Sometimes I do not.

Day 14

Finally I saw the writing on the wall: hematoma, contusion, bruise; and everythng swam into place.