Dearest Diary,
Again I return to you with naught to say but how overwhelmingly sleepy I have become. Again the wheel of my carriage has become mishapen and a nuissance of great proportions. I was unable to away from the schoolhouse until nigh on evening today and for that I am immensely tired. The return to such a place comes quite early in the morning, but there is the weekly hymnsing to anticipate. Would that my fingers did not cringe from the preparation this evening.
Perhaps they shall feel better on the morrow...
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