dear tight lid diary,
a decade from now i hope to be in a log cabin draining maple syrup from a big tree in my back yard eating pancakes for breakfast and some kind of chewy meat for dinner, preferably bloody in the middle- but really hot. i love hot bloody meat. i wish i didn't, it will prolly be the death of me, but i do love to chew. my teeth are prolly gonna fall out of my head one day. but that wont be so bad now that they have them fancy meat grinders. i am a big fan of ham loaf. mmm. meat loaf too. mmm. but anyway. i have yet to leave my bed today. i just dont want to feel the floor yet. i might just wait and get up tomorrow- or wait until monday when it is safe again.
