My story is that when I was 8 years old I got so scared from watching the Goosebump's episode, "The Night of the Living Dummy" that I turned into a ventriloquist dummy. So my diary entries are depicting my transformation from kid to dummy. I'm almost done writing them and then I need to edit and make sure it flows smoothly.
Just now, I accidentally grabbed my cellphone and mistook it for the mouse because they are sitting right beside each other on the desk. I was moving my cellphone back and forth and got so confused why the cursor on the screen wasn't moving. That's when I looked down at the desk and saw my mistake.
On a different note, the sun has finally decided to show its face.