Darn Predictable

March 25, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

This morning, while laying in my Sunday bed, I really felt down about how darn predictable my life is.

Just like that awful feeling you get when

you know how tiny & unsignificant [sic] you are in the universe (on the outside, that is).

But now that I'm thinking about it (and remembering the Wizard of Oz), there's probably nowhere else I would like to be right now.

*

Today I went to a Spring Celebration '90 at our good friend's new, beautiful-view, home. I also considered writing to Rebecca (my cousin), Anne, and Bryce (friend of mine about Q's age, who just got a beagle, named Hans).

*

Anne, you're a lucky kid.

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