Dear Diary,
Tonight was a night of soul food and the blues. Lovely. It was the Kwanzaa dinner which by the was was EXCELLENT, and then this boy had a music recital, and it was all knee-slapping barn burners and songs about floods. He is so talented, there probably wasn't a girl in the audience that wasn't aching with longing. Muscians do that to you, it's not fair.
I have a ridiculous headache. I have no idea what to do about it. Except feel sorry for myself.
Love,
Diana