"The Face of Someone Else Who Once Belonged to Me..."

Rrrgh. Soujin is tired.

Work to-day was hectic but I am very much appreciative of it when I consider that Wednesday and the next two weeks I'll be on my own, because apparently everyone puts so much trust in the same fourteen-year-old who nearly fainted last week in the middle of her activity and caused something of a frantic. -_- I do not like having to deal with everything by myself. Hmph.

We dissected a crayfish to-day. That went far more excellently than work, and I was rather proud of the way we got the intestines and stomach out. The jaw was exciting, too, and very interesting.

I am tired.

Did not get much to eat to-night, and to-morrow is not the least bit promising. Bloody Shrove Tuesday. >_> I still have not made a resolution regarding the Lenten fast; of course my old resolution is hardly any good any longer because it doesn't matter. I wonder if I should give up toast. Toast is an indulgence. At any rate, I look forward to having one pancake for supper to-morrow and that being the entirety of it, which is not encouraging. And I shall come home late to my treadmilling, too. Blast.

Mum made a peach pie to-night. I would not have cared, except that Waen humiliated me. I retreated accordingly.

Embers has frustratingly horrid punctuation. I can hardly bear to read it.

Perhaps I shall be able to sleep a little to-morrow. Perhaps. And I shall have to write out a couple of lists to sort out how I'm going to make the day work out, food and project and quite all wise.

Now perhaps I shall sleep. Ugh, tired. Tired.

"Then Suddenly, Nothing Would Ever be the Same..."

I have got a new project, by the way. I want to take snapshots of as many of my Stoneybridge people as I possibly can.

Because I realise that I would have loved to have a picture of Emma, or Betty, or Harry, or Anne-the-buttered-hotdog-lady. I miss them. And so many of my people, especially Anna, who's condition is so precarious, and I might really lose any of them any day.

So I shall ask Linda's permission to photograph as many as will consent, and I will keep a book of all my beautiful ladies and all my clever gentlemen. I will have Charlie and his presidential quizzes, and Jennie and her freckles, and sweet, sweet Ken whom I love, and Marcie with her acquiescence to cruel fate. I will keep Janet and her rare smiles, and May with her brooches, and Harvey who plays the harmonica, and Bobby who lies to me to play with me. I will have as many as I can.

I have my heart set on it.

I am also going to make them all construction-paper/doily glitter-and-glue valentines, because I think they might like it. And I haven't gotten to make valentines like that since I left school.

And I have absolutely got to find a perfect birthday gift for Anna. She is my most wonderful lady of all, and I love her so much, and I need to find something perfect for her. Maybe flowers, I think. Or a religious word-search sort of thing. Because it must be something she'll like, or use, and she would that sort of thing.

I'll try to write down some possibilities to-morrow.

Oh, how I love my people. All of them.