[click to enlarge]Dear Diary--
Ah, and another poem is forming! Perhaps if it is a successful one, I will stick it in here for further notice.
In cooking, Bette cut her finger. Perhaps stitches!
I have decided to further decide my career as some form of dietician. I know nothing about it, but I could learn, and, if interesting, could start.
I tried making a ROSY APPLE COMPOTE, which was so good in cooking, but the apples were too soft, and it ended up like applesauce.
And my homework not all done, either!
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