Dear Diary, I Think I Have Gone Mad

Today has been a long and exhausting one. I worked tirelessly on my newest book only to run into writers block. I decide to take a stroll down to the highway near my home and relax. The wind was blowing and I felt the chill of the evening air. I began to hear the whispers of the wind again giving me new inspiration to my novel.
I rushed back into write some more, but I could not find my paper that I had been working with earlier in the day. I know that I put them on the table next to the TV before I went for a walk.
As I walked away from the TV, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It was my manuscript that I had been working on it was on the kitchen counter. When I approached it, the manuscript fell of the counter into a stack of a million papers in the floor.
I know that I did not put it there. I am sure I did not, but then again who could have it’s just me here all the time writing tirelessly day in and day out.
I am sure that the wind knocked the papers down so checked the windows only to find that they are all closed.
It’s been a long day and must not worry any more about what a mess is in the kitchen awaiting me to clean up in the morning. I must get some rest after all I have new inspiration for the book.