Dearest Diary,
In the course of the day, the small nuissance of an ailment I had hoped would disappear has increased to somewhat of an annoyance. The symptoms of such a condition are little more than a common cold, but I do find it somewhat trifling that it should happen to appear a mere eight days before the conclusion of the spring lessons. I am certain that the surest way of defeating such things is with plenty of rest, and I have to admit that it is much earlier than I typically retire for the evening. Unfortunately, sleep is one activity which seems to exacerbate my condition. I am apt to avoid it altogether. Nevertheless, it is imperative.
As for gentlemen callers, I had none today. This is not unusual, but when sickness arrives, so does exasperation for loneliness. I am determined that the appropriate match will soon be introduced. And I continue to welcome such introductions from my current friends and acquaintances. Would you like to be of some assistance? Perhaps tomorrow?...
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