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Time flies, which I find is a strange expression. But it just passes by, I can't remembner ever feeeling so content.
Mostly I stay home and do the chores set out for me, nothing to taxing. I merely clean the appartment, do dishes and laundry and water the greenery.
which doesn't take me long, but usually, if I pace myself, I can be done by the time David gets home and we usually either watch TV together or go shopping for dinner, while he tells me about his day, I've gotten quite good at Chess, I've even beaten him a few times.
When Kirsten comes home, David does what ever homework he has while we make dinner and then we eat.
Through food leaves me sometimes feeling nauseous and bloated, I'm learning to enjoy the tast experience.
And when David and Kirsten has gone to bed, I either sneak out or leave via a window and a drainpipe and hunt.
I still think about Grae alot, my... brother, I wonder where he is, but I try not too. thinking of him to long, makes my head hurt.
I've had a picture taken, my first actually I think, Kirsten took it with her digital camera, sneaking up on me right after a shower.
it's taken some tinkering, but I think I've managed to attach it here to my journal.
now, I'll say goodnight to david and Kirsten and go for a walk, I'm feeling hungry.
Mostly I stay home and do the chores set out for me, nothing to taxing. I merely clean the appartment, do dishes and laundry and water the greenery.
which doesn't take me long, but usually, if I pace myself, I can be done by the time David gets home and we usually either watch TV together or go shopping for dinner, while he tells me about his day, I've gotten quite good at Chess, I've even beaten him a few times.
When Kirsten comes home, David does what ever homework he has while we make dinner and then we eat.
Through food leaves me sometimes feeling nauseous and bloated, I'm learning to enjoy the tast experience.
And when David and Kirsten has gone to bed, I either sneak out or leave via a window and a drainpipe and hunt.
I still think about Grae alot, my... brother, I wonder where he is, but I try not too. thinking of him to long, makes my head hurt.
I've had a picture taken, my first actually I think, Kirsten took it with her digital camera, sneaking up on me right after a shower.
it's taken some tinkering, but I think I've managed to attach it here to my journal.
now, I'll say goodnight to david and Kirsten and go for a walk, I'm feeling hungry.