I looked at my calendar today and realised it was the 4th (technically, although I normally divide my days by sleep). For some reason I couldn't recall what I had done on the 4th of July 2 months ago, so I checked in my little diary-like-thing (I hate the word diary, makes me sound like a 12 year old girl).
I went fishing, really quite boring to write about but I liked the style it was written so I read a few more days. I laughed when I came across THIS on July 8:
I’m not that crazy. I mean, some people talk to their stuffed animals, some people have imaginary friends. Some people talk to their pets, some people talk to people on the internet. I talk to a leaf. So shoot me.
Don't take this out of context, really all I had done that day was cut holes in a leaf for eyes and a mouth and had an imagined conversation with it (there was nothing better to do). I got stoned that day too.