Dear Diary,
I am comforted that you are here, awaiting me, upon my return from Nod. No more searching, as on so many occasions previous to 11 fevrier. I awoke moments ago - a not unusual dream returned to disquiet an otherwise pleasant sleep. At a convention, wandering about lost and hungry, and searching for my bookbag. Find it at LAF. Seek out restroom, which, naturally is a dead giveaway: wake up! So, DD, here I am.
Now I really am hungry. I hate fixing midnight snacks at 2:00 a.m. Somehow seems out of kilter, clockwise. So what - I'm going to eat!
See you at a more godly hour, DD - don't go wandering off, leaving me to my own devices. I need communication with you. At the very least, all day long. I am not desperate. Much........
C...