I feel naughty because I didn’t write yesterday. And I promised myself I’d write something every day even if it’s only a sentence. I am typing with one hand as well which is really annoying. Went to Alton towers yesterday, went on the rapids, but they beat me up. I now have a bruised leg and a bruised and cut elbow. Means I can’t move it too much which makes things difficult.

On the way home I saw the ‘hug a human’ guy.
Every time I see him I want to run up to him and give him a hug.

But I didn’t.

For one, I probably physically couldn’t because of my elbow.
And two, I worry he’d think I was a weirdo,
He doesn’t know me and I don’t know him.

I don’t know why I get this compulsion to hug him, I just do.

Hug a Human Badge

Never let me draw you.

I discovered that my 'little something to brighten up my day' wasn't numbered. I went and got another one today. It was # 96. I told James. He asked me to bring my unnumbered one back because he'd obviously messed up somewhere. I said I would. But now I'm not too sure that I want to. I quite like that it was forgotten and missed out. That it isn't numbered. That it still has the potential to be any number.

I worry that he may take it away from me and brand it with a number...
...then it will be like all the others...

...maybe I should tell him my fears...

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Today I bought a little notebook with a brown cover and cream kind of pages, maybe it's more of an off white. It even has a red ribbon page marker, I'm not sure whether I like the red, but it may come in useful. I like my new book. It feels small and precious. I'm scared that I will ruin it when I make my mark.