Dearest Diary,
Renewed strength indeed. I feel nothing of it. In fact I am most distraught this evening and cannot figure as to why. Perhaps it is just the natural order of things that one might have a moment of melancholy from time to time. This is just my moment.
Nevertheless I feel ill in the physical sense as well as emotional. I am not up to common tasks as labouring over meals and walking the hounds. I had much rather be laid upon a setee and adjourn until the morrow...
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