vanityunbecoming

[There's a couple minutes of not-quite silence as the entry opens, almost like it was turned on by accident. There's muffled voices that sound like they're in a room next to the journal--one of them might be risingwinds's, but it's difficult to hear.

Eventually, the voices fade, and there's the click of a door being shut, before the journal's owner finally speaks up.]

Theoretical question: How would you keep from bashing your head against the wall in boredom if you were, say, confined indoors for a few months?

And your answers can't involve seeing. That part's key.

[Because this situation's getting old, and he's getting desperate.]



[And there's an addition to the entry, that crops up a couple hours later.]

Also, if anyone named "John"'s listening, I've got an unrelated question for you.