Tuesday, July 27
Dear Diary,
My new shoes finally came in the mail! They're very special, because they make me seem 1 inch higher that I really am. This way, Al will stop pestering me to drink milk, because when he does my monthly height check, I'll seem like I've grown. Take that, Mustang! He'll think that I grew taller, but I'll just be wearing my fancy shoes. Hahaha, stupid Colonel!
However, today wasn't perfect. For once I tried to fix my automail. And not just adjust bolts and oil it. I mean really take off the arm, and reattach it all by myself. Although, I think I connected the nerves wrong, because when I make a fist, I slap myself in the face. My face is burning terribly, and it won't be long until I turn my arm into a blade and slash my face open.
Note – Call Winry now. If I try to fix it again, I'll probably poke my eye whenever I clap my hands.
- Later that day -
"You seem taller, Ed," Mustang said later that day, when Edward came back for his coat.
"Um, thanks," Edwards replied with a grin.
As Edward walked out of the room, Mustang quietly said, "Nice shoes."
