Diary,
Man I’ve had a rough day. I was writing today’s chapter for submission when next thing I know, a freaking dog drops through the ceiling and lands on my head. I swear it gave me a concussion because it looked like the thing stood up and apologised to me, then walked bipedal to the kitchen to fetch me an ice-pack. I relaxed in my swivel chair for a moment as the throbbing in my skull stopped me from writing. My new companion arrived and placed a cool bag of ice on my head, true relaxation. My headache slowly cooled away, couldn’t care less about what the dog (a husky, I think) was doing now. Then I get a cat hit me in the face. I’ve of it raining cats and dogs but this was a serious problem. I jerked up in my chair and picked the cat up off the floor. There was something weird about it. It has small, beady eyes. It seemed to be missing a few dimensions, now that I mention it. Kind of flat, like a rug. I then noticed a red line attaching it’s neck to my computer monitor. I gave the line a short tug and, somehow, ended up with a beautiful woman sitting on my lap. I could get used to this. At least I though I could. The crazy woman pushed me off my chair and stamped on my head. I’ve only just now gained consciousness. There’s nobody here now, though, so I guess it was just a freakish dream.