February 3, 19__
I wouldn't for the world have most of my friends know, but between you and I, I am lately troubled by the Dark. Not the lack of light but a dearth of joy. The weather conspires against me, dank and dreary as only a Mississippi winter can be. I've noticed an overabundance of gray in world lately. Remind me, Diary, that there will come another spring. Lord willing, it will come early this year.

February 20, 19__
Diary, I am lost in the fog. Where is my competence? Where is my drive? I know had them with me just the other day. Goal for the day: Get dressed (not mandatory).

Had the strangest dream today while napping in the hammock. Diary, do you suppose this means something, or is it just the revenge of the boudin?