Again, your girl messed up the publishing date yesterday, but today is today and she'll try to do better this time around, which may be hard because she's sinking into the blues--dark ones. It seems like everything she tries to do backfires on her or falls flat. She can't even figure out how to feed staples to the new-fangled stapler.
Fio needs a someone on hand to talk to, to laugh with, to sympathize with her sorrows--and to drive her around Any volunteers?
In the meantime--and after half-dozing in bed for a couple of hours--she decided to try to clean up her desk mess, then plow into Lolly's multiply-written story... again. But actually, what she ended up doing was spending most of her day being hauled around to doctors, one who gave her a shot in the knee, and one who pounded her into the ground regarding what she can can and can't remember. Tomorrow, though, will be lighter--a traveling nurse will come to check your girl out, and Saturday--thank you, God--Fio's calendario is empty.
Sorry to be so negative. Will try to be more joyful and witty tomorrow.
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