Monday, September 29th, 2008
12 pages today…
lines of the day: Harry was having one of his good days. Basically, this meant that he’d been able to sleep with few dreams, and that when he woke up he was able to swing his legs out of bed and shuffle off to the bathroom to piss without needing to use the chamber pot. He still had more good days than bad, but Harry remembered his mother’s last days all too well. He thought that if ever he reached the point where he could no longer see, could no longer get himself out of bed at all, he would simply empty all the pills in the medicine cabinet into his palm and swallow them, one by one, with a glass of milk.
