Scrawled in a loose hand on the pages of a maimed and singed oilcloth-wrapped journal. It's cover and page margins are scrawled over with doodles of kittens. Some of these are, unfortunately, pink.

Dear Diary,

Oooouch!

So, yeah. I did something stupid yesterday. I know, I know, when don't I?

Trading the leg brace for the new cane, thinking it's about ( Read more... )