TGIF

I've had better days, I tell you. Sonia wasn't thrilled with me this morning, suffice to say. I had a little faux pas last night before we left and I guess Mom didn't notice. Neither did Sonia until she'd tracked it from the work room into the outer office. I am SOOOOO humiliated. I don't know what's the matter with me. Well, that's not true. I DO talk and tell people but they are so busy they don't listen. What was I SUPPOSED to do, hmmmmmmm?

Anyway, I'm not Mom's favorite person right now, either, but we always make up. I'm not too worried about it. She knows I'm a good girl most of the time. But I threw up twice yesterday, too, so maybe it was a little "boog" or something.

Dear Diary, I really REALLY need to get a hold of myself and make my wishes known. I can't be held responsible for these things, and I feel TERRIBLE. REALLY, I do.

I'm going to bed now.

G'night!

Mary-Margaret