Dearest Diary,
I'm sure you are quite privy to the sort of day when nothing seems to go as planned. Without giving particulars, I can certainly hint that it is that very sort of day, or perhaps days, that I have been so unfortunate to encounter. Perhaps it is the settling of new routines or the unsettling of the olde. Nevertheless, I can assure you that I am not at all the best of company.
Of a more optimistic nature, however is the cake that Mother happened by with this evening. I found it delectable and to be the very sort of sweet of which I would most like to indulge on days like this one. I cannot muster e'en an ounce of Happiness this evening. With any good fortune, it shall return on the morrow...
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