Dear Diary, As I’s was sayin’ dere just last week, I’s really loves da summertime. Remember last summer, me first summer after takin’ da new job, remember how nobody could find me?
I’s was really, really quiet. Well, dat’s cause it’s my summer, my whole summer off, and I’s should be able to spend it any dam way I’s please. Right, diary?
Dear Diary, Well, golly, it’s finally begun to feel like spring is in da air, huh?
And speaking about da weather I’s must report that me and my group weathered another stormy session in da big chamber where we sits for hours at a time. Thank god that’s all over until da fall.
We had some good meetin’s, tho’, diary. We really did.
Dear Diary, Rootin’, tootin’ rough weekend with my Injun friends in Membertou. Too queasy to write. Will return next week.
Dear Diary, Well, reckon we just stirred ourselves up a real hog-size hornet’s nest, now, didn’t we?
Remember diary, I was tellin’ ya how our group was fixin’ to divvy up all the money fer the comin’ year.
Dear Diary, It’s been 18 months now. I’m seriously beginning to wonder if I’m up for this new job. There’s so much I don’t know. Too much, really. And I fear the people I work for are beginning to catch on. They must be catching on by now. I think a lot of people are beginning to wonder if I’m up for the job. There’s just so much I’m unaware off.
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