September 29th
John is making me write in this virtual journal. Apparently it is supposed to help your emotional stress. He says that if I do not write at least three paragraphs everyday he won't let me bring home body parts for my experiments. He says that if I don't write in my journal and bring body parts into 221B, he will leave and find a new place to stay, and that is unacceptable.
Earlier today, I made John very upset. During one of my 'boredom fits', as John call them, I knocked over a glass plate that his grandmother had given him. He didn't even yell at me. He looked at me once, and then he picked the pieces off the ground, threw them away, and went upstairs. Why did that make feel worse than usual?
I felt so awful that I wrote a piece of music for him. I knocked on his door to ask him to hear it, but he told me he didn't feel like coming out and to just leave him be for the night. I will knock on his door again in the morning. Maybe, I'll bring him some tea or something as an apology. I don't like it when John is upset with me.