Thoughts of a Certain Wolf

Please keep in mind the main character is very self centered. Thanks.

December 26th 2018, 10:40 pm.
Dear Myself, and Me.

I have decided to start a journal. I am bored with this meaningless winter holiday, so hopefully this will amuse me.

Nothing much has happened. Well, my grandfather died, and I had to stay the whole night at his house. He was a hyena, with brown silky fur. Lovely fellow. I'm pretty sure he suffocated to death though...ouch. Don't get me wrong, I cared for him, but is it really necessary to stay a whole night at his house with his dead body rotting? While suffering in our own sorrows? No. Morning is okay, but lingering on it too long will get you nowhere. At least he's in a better place.

On a brighter note, today my father (His name is Herald. Yes, I know, it's boring.) took me shopping for skis. We were planning a ski day in January, so it's better to come prepared than not at all. I got a snow patterned ski and cyan swirl helmet. Very pretty, very shiny. Unlike black, the color my father chose. Disgusting color.

Well, there's nothing else to say. I will sign off here.

-Sabrina