matilda-'s Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ho hum... After this last weekend you'd think I'd have plenty to write about. I would if I knew where to begin the damn thing. Everytime I start to think or write about it, I end up beginning at the very end. If I were Clarice, it wouldn't matter how the story went. That's just how she was. For now it looks like only bits and pieces will come out about the 4th and 5th of May. It occured to me that my cousin has now spent more time with Dick than I have. For reasons known or unknown, I feel a little better knowing he came out here and met at least one other person in my family. Ok, so my cousin isn't a big talker but she was something other than nothing. Nothing is what Dick always finds around here. I spent time trying on all the clothes Tori sent me from Chicago. She stopped by there to see a friend before going back to London. I chewed off a nail or two thinking about the two of them meeting up. Did they? Inquiring minds want to know. I'm 99% sure they didn't. There is a God! Tori wants all three of us to move to Utah and live happily ever after. As mormons? Oboy. This new imaging therapy is messing with my cycle. I get a period (or something like a period) every one or two weeks, and I now have to shave my pits every day. I guess it's ok just as long as I don't sprout a beard or find myself having to pluck hair from my chest. Still missing Clarice. 14:57 - Wednesday, May. 08, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- pieces of something Why I haven't written more is because I'm disappointed in how everything has gone. I know at least one of you out there is happy about that. But I won't name names. I don't want to go over how my weekend went, maybe later I will. Later today, later tomorrow, next week, next year. I met someone this morning. He wandered up from a different floor and was lost. From now on I'll call him Turtle since when I helped him back down to his floor he came back out of his room with a turtle for me. Not a live one. It was one he'd carved himself out of some kind of stone. Whatever it is, it's kinda cool. It's a grayish blue with little flecks of purple and green. I've never seen anything like it before. We're meeting for breakfast this morning and possibly later when we've got time we'll go for a walk where he said he'd like to see my flowers. They've been alive how long now? It's a miracle. So I'm off for breakfast with Turtle. Thinking of Clarice this morning. Almost two years. Unbelievable. 06:43 - Tuesday, May. 07, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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