Dearest Diary,
It is absolutely befuddling what one week might do to one's capacity for hard labour. I find I have been nothing but tired since Sunday morning. I am delighted that tomorrow brings the close of the week. I have had several offers of amusement for the weekend and I am yet uncertain which I shall engage in. I do so hope, however that at least a small amount of time might be allocated to rest for I am very much in need of it.
Would that my day had begun like that of the passengers aboard this extraordinary vessel, I might have more to write to you. As it is, there has been little to brighten the past couple of days, but I am certain that tomorrow shall be different. After all, the week's end ought to account for some glimmer of Happiness.
I shall look for it on the morrow...
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