May 14, 2010

Dear Diary,

You must feel rather neglected right now, no? I sort of forgot about you for several weeks. Half of that time I was sleeping, so I suppose that I couldn't have written much anyway, but still you must be feeling rather put-out.

Where did I leave off? Was that when Charlotte visited? That was a rather unevenful get-together. I don't know why I put up with her; she is such an airhead. One of her parents is American, so they went to live in the U.S. for a time, and apparently they rubbed off on her. I believe our conversation went around these lines:

N: Hello, Charlotte.

C: Hi, Natalie! I haven't seen you in soo long. Wow, that bruise on your head is big, and swelly.... Can I touch it?

N: No!

C: Oh. It looked rather squishy.

N: Er... all right...

C: So I can touch it?

N: NO! Don't touch my bruise!

C: Okay.

Then she started talking about Benjamin from math class or something.

I haven't gotten much further on the divorce bit... they dropped it for a while on account of my injury. And mostly I've been sleeping. So I'll try and figure it out soon.

I am very jealous of Ian. He is running all over the earth, (Probably just to find Amelia; I heard she is in hiding) and I am cooped up in this confounded hospital. He isn't talking to me either. He only said ONE thing to me yesterday:

I: Shut it.

Isn't that pathetic? I am seriously ill!

Well, I'm off to drink some herbal tea.

---NK