A week passed. Time is like syrup on better days than this. The debate as to whether time has acted in a halting and static manner has been pursued. How can an hour feel like a morning. Or 15 minutes like an hour. The time drags slower as it reaches later. I have written and deleted four sentences. --------

It's someone's birthday today. I think, it might be, Claire Munro's birthday today. She had the room next to me at boarding school. --------

I don't know how - to just let things go. I don't know how, to let water run off the duck's back. How do you do that? I bite at everything. Get my knickers in a bunch over everything. Hear every tone and inflection and know it's probable meaning. Just let it go. But HOW do you do that? and why can't I? --------