Sunday, October 28, 2007

Dear Diary,

I bet you've missed me. I've been gone a whole week. I had my eyes operated on. Now I have to wear a patch for weeks, and I can see the little stitches where they sewed up my eye balls. Gross.

That was an entry in my grade school diary. Usually I just told my diary what I wanted most. Like snow. Please make it snow.

I wonder whom I thought I was writing to then.

I wonder that now sometimes too.

5 comments:

Valerie Loveland said...

So do the stitches look like little black dots/blobs?

Nin Andrews said...

No, they were red, and they melted into the eye with time. I doubt the thread or whatever it was was actually red . . . But that was what they looked like. I had many operations . . .

dixiedreams said...

i always wanted a cast. i bet you had a few of those because you were athletic.

Diane Vogel Ferri said...

The diary entry I remember is - "Today is the saddest day of my life because The Monkees are in Cleveland and Mom and Dad won't let me go to see them."
I met you at PWGLC and we swapped books - LOVED Book of Orgasms. Check out my blog dianeferri.blogspot.com

Erin O'Brien said...

In order to determine to whom you were actually writing, answer me this: did it snow?