Dang, Fio's beginning to think that her computer is cutting her off when she pushes the button to post anything--ie, she thought she had posted the "Early Christmas" blog yesterday evening.
There is no joy in Mudville tonight. Your girl's plan to join a church so she can find herself a friend has bit the dust. Apparently churches have very low attendances these days--and Fiorella would guess that those who do attend take care to sit far apart from each other.
More bad news: Fio will be in the doctor's office again tomorrow. Her warfaran level has gone way up, although she's eaten, drunk, or done nothing different as far as she knows.
Actually, lying on her bed all day without anything to do, your girl feels like she's caged, but how can she escape?
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