Sometimes life feels like a story. Especially when I start narrating everything. My friend D.C. said this is a normal writing thing. Well, not normal exactly, but common. He wrote a whole play about it. 

I've been busy, which is good. Something to occupy most moments. Walking, video games, reading. Also watching an actual television show. Tending to the bamboo.

I kind of want even more bamboo. I suppose the beauty of bamboo is that in time, I will have even more as long as I take care of it. 

Oh, I also need to decorate my house for Halloween. Put up some spooky tattered cloth. That would be pretty dang cool.