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.
So do the stitches look like little black dots/blobs?
ReplyDeleteNo, 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 . . .
ReplyDeletei always wanted a cast. i bet you had a few of those because you were athletic.
ReplyDeleteThe 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."
ReplyDeleteI met you at PWGLC and we swapped books - LOVED Book of Orgasms. Check out my blog dianeferri.blogspot.com
In order to determine to whom you were actually writing, answer me this: did it snow?
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