Tonukurio

The title pretty much says it all.

This is the journal of Jane Brown. 
Each journal entry may be very short or very long. Entries may be close together or far apart. It depends on when and if Jane decides to or remembers to update her journal. If ever. Just like most of the non-diary or journal writer keepers out there - or uninspired authors. Yep.

Warning: VERY SLOOOW updates. This is a story written on a whim. Let's see how long the inspiration will last for. This style of writing is somewhat experimental.

Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION and is not based on any one person. Any portrayal of real people or real events (excluding some major world events) is entirely accidental and coincidental. It is in not in any way, shape of form meant to be a commentary on anyone or anything, even less on current issues in society.

This is literally meant to be boring (hence the ordinary title) without being too boring. It is just about (and meant to be about) the average slow paced life and interests of an average person.

The aim is to keep this for general audiences and not go down the romance route, so that my little nieces and nephews can read this as an example of how to write rubbish - uh, I mean fiction. Unfortunately, my imagination and brain keep running away with the plot and taking it down the adult fiction route... So, sorry, my little nieces and nephews. You won't be reading this version of the story. No way. Your parents might decide to silence me and then you would no longer have a fun aunty to teach you useless knowledge.

The Mundane Journal Entries of an Ordinary Person

Weather: warm and muggy with scattered showers

Both bosses stayed home today. I had been in hospital overnight again and my usual doctors there had not been pleased with my condition. The doctors had given my boys a good talking to. The bosses explained what had been happening out of my hearing, but when the doctor came round and spoke so gently to me, I knew that they had been told what was going on. They knew everything and I felt more suffocated.

"May we give your mobile phone and all the information in there to the police as evidence?" Stony Boss had asked me in a tentative tone.

"Whatever," I had said, turning my back on him in a petulant manner. "I don't want to see it. You can do whatever you like with it. I don't want to have a mobile phone anymore. I don't care what you do with it anymore."

I returned to stay at their place and after they talked to me some more, they decided to move all my things to their place. They would cancel the rental contract for me.

In place of Captain Hank Ted who had been thrown out at my request, the boys bought me a giant flop eared rabbit with an apron. Mrs Fluffle Flopears became my new soft toy buddy and I made her a dress out of some of my old clothes, making her look quite rustic. It wasn't a bad look, but those old and patched clothes reminded me of me in my childhood. In the end, I renamed her Miss Fluffle Flopears and napped in her warm but heartless embrace.

The boys were concerned when I refused to eat, resulting in a few scolding lectures and allowing me to have as many nutrient solution drinks as I wanted.

Maybe I had too many, because when I had a nap afterwards, I fell into a horrible nightmare that I couldn't escape. I woke up in a screaming panic, bringing the men running while I fought with the limbs of Miss Fluffle Flopears. The giant bunny was taken away and I was pulled into somebody's lap to be hugged.

The massive panic, screaming and crying had tired me out, but they had also torn open one of my surgical wounds. Although I wasn't quite with it, I was taken back to the hospital where the wound was seen to and I was given a sedative to help me calm down.

Every time I fell asleep, I was met with another nightmare. I was in a right mess. The hospital environment didn't help with my repeated panic attacks and they didn't want to keep sedating me. In the end, it was decided that I would go home and the boys would try to find a way to calm me down and help me calm down enough to have a proper sleep.

Awkwardly enough, it took two men hugging me in my bed and coaxing me to calm me down, wake me out of the repeated nightmares and send me back into a sound sleep. I felt a lot better when I woke up.

I am never drinking that many nutrient supplement drinks in a row ever again. From now on, I was going to eat regular meals, no matter how upset I was.

37th entry