March 8
9:30
It is dreary today. Dreary always. Dismil rain drizzles down the windsill, a steady stream of it, like a maidens tears. Or the tears of a gallent night, slowed by the rain and hence too late to rescue the weeping maiden, for that matter. I wish I were a knight. Or a lovely maiden. Anyone but me, a not-so-lovely maiden who may as well be a genie trapped in a lamp for all the freedom I get. Certainly my esteemed and irksome mother and likewise father expect me to grant their wishes. More then three, too. For example, my mother wishes me to take care of Agnes. I will. But she also expects me to care for another creature, one who tugs agnes's tail and hisses evan more then he does and expects me to pretend to be a giant bee. I will not! I, Goergia Nicholoson, will do exactly as I please.

9:45
pretended to be a giant bee.

9:50
you-know-who brought in a flower for me to pollanate. She came in utterly drenched and now I've had to change her. She rubbed it on my nose and turned it yellow, not evan red like a respectable clown. Then she asked Do you like butter?'!?!?! Honestly, the girl is mad!!!
Agnes is scratching at the door. Oh pooh. He probably expects me to let him in out of the rain. He will be wet. He will attempt to shake himself dry, and I will be wet. Life is triple sacre bleau!
No one has phoned me in a vallent attempt to save me from the raveshes of baby and cat sitting. I have no freinds, and no gallent knight in shining armour.

9:53
fetched agnes. Delighted, and infinately gracious he scratched me. Libby laughed and said bad boy. I do not know she meant, Agnes or I. I presume it was me she spoke of. Still now gallent knight. Still no freinds. Still no parents returning to suffer under the weight of libby who thinks I should now be a horse. I will not.

9:55
pretended to be a horse. Neigh.

10:00
much to bored and depressed to write. O' savior, where art thou? O' Robby where art thou? O' Jewls, where art though? O' Agnes, where art thou? Oh joy. There is agnes, clawig my jeans to shreads and ravenously hungrey.