I can't decide if this makes me happy or sad.

Sad: Giving large talking dolls to comfort the isolated elderly is sad.

Happy: The doll wants cheese.

Sad: An image of a small, wizened, dressing-gown clad Japanese nanna, hair thinning, socks on her feet sitting across a dining table from a large doll staring glassily into space is lodged in my brain.

Happy: 'I had a dream. I ate a potato. And I was studying at school.'

Sad: 'Why are bunnies eyes red?' Why, talking, Yumel my-family-finds-me-an-unpleasant burden doll, that's because some bunnies
are albino and have no melanin in their eyes, thus giving them the appearance of redness when in fact their family finds them an unpleasant burden to be infantilized with a large talking doll.

Happy: We are one step closer to being overcome by the Borg.

Sad: 'It's strange that fish can live in the ocean.' No, it's really not.

Happy: 'The sky is so good and big.' Yes it is.

Sad: 'It’s strange that sometimes you cry when you are laughing.' I'm not laughing, doll, I'm sobbing big, bitter tears of pain and regret as I've fallen down and shattered my sugar glass delicate hip and no one will come to help me as they've left me here with a fucking doll.

I'm at work in a curious good mood. Not even Yumel the Doll of Loneliness and earlier insults to my hair are bringing me down. I'm wondering if someone spiked the Bushells in the tea room.