Dear Diary,
Did you know that yesterday was my 100th Diary entry? That was a day I meant to commemorate yesterday, but instead, I got hung up on pity as a surrogate for love. At any rate, Diary, here it is 100 days later, and no match has been made. I'm not terribly disappointed about that. I mean, yes, I'm disappointed that I haven't found him yet, but as I've said frequently and recently, I haven't had time to think much about it lately.
However, when I have thought about it, I act in somewhat the same manner as a particular reader of this diary. I have a tendency to wear pretty rings and switch them over to my left hand to see how it'd look. I get quite amused at this from time to time.
The other day, I wore such a ring, but on my right hand. When I put my hand down on a student's desk as I was helping him out, a little girl at his table was shocked amazed to find that I was married! She had no idea! ...Until the little girl next to her corrected her and told her, "It's not on her left hand." You know the dreams of getting married start early when a 2nd grader knew which hand the ring belonged on.
Wonder what amusements tomorrow holds...
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