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Lately I've been obessesed with making little paper cranes. I have them hung on cotton thread around my room and they are accumulating in many places around the house. My family seem to expect that they will wake up one morning and every piece of paper, book page and sheet of tiolet roll to have been turned into an army of folded paper birds. Actually, I can see that happening. The visit to photograph the donkeys was quite sucessful, and we got a few good shots. I shall sumbit a few once my grandad gives me the files. I took some carrots for them to eat, but they ended up attacking me and trying to eat the bag, so I tried to run away whilst

I have been through an extremely angry state of mind recently and I only just tumbled out of the other side. This has left me exhausted but considerably calmer than usual. I doubt these halcyon days will last long, but it's a welcome break from my usual mood. I can sense that big things are about to be set in motion, and there are going to be significant changes in my life. All I need is the confidence to set the ball rolling. Yeah, I sound like the horoscope page at the back of a cheap magazine. It doesn't matter to me though, because I am suffering from a nasty case of I-don't-care-itus. And I'm loving every minute of it. On a less myst

I think I hate people. My older brother says you people aren't real. Internet people, I mean. Apparently I should be talking to some real people. Of course you are real. You are reading this. You have to be real. I hate my older brother. Maybe he isn't real, did he consider that? Maybe nothing is real, and he is just a figment of my imagination, double bluffing to divert my attention. Maybe I am just a figment of somebody else's imagination. That's an interesting concept. I should write more on it, but my throat feels funny, like I have something stuck in it. It does that a lot. I keep choking on things. Whoever imagined me obviously doe