burn baby burn
2002-12-17 || 7:09 a.m.

I have a stomach ache. The dog ate my favourite paper lantern from the tree. It was about 50 years old. I'm pretty fucked off about that but I know its only a thing so it doesn't really matter. Sometimes I swear we know exactly everything that is going to happen to us, even the real trivial stuff. Last night when I decorated the tree I said to Rebecca 'which decoration is your favourite? Mine is the green paper lantern'. And then this morning the green paper lantern is no more.

I suppose it could be a coincidence but life is full of these type of things.

Strange.