"Le diable n’existe point!"

It seems as though my Life has reached a pleasant plateau. I am in love with a young man who positively dotes on me (Yes, you do, Saunders. No use in denying it. As if you would.). The number of friends remains on an incline and shows no sign of decreasing. Family life continues to stay at a comfortable distance (other than some bizarre dreams). All in all, life is good.

I’m incredibly happy.

Perhaps the only negative thing that might deserve mention is my lack of a typical social life. I sometimes wonder if I should act my own age. I’m not even sure what that means. And when have I ever really behaved like the age designated by my birth certificate?

All my life I’ve been told I’m a little bit too grown up for my own good. You know what, family? Thanks. Constant reinforcement of that idea just continues to give it credence. But I suppose this all begs the question: well, what do I feel like I am missing out on?

I am a night owl, but I can do without clubs and booze. I’ve tried it. I don’t particularly like the crowds, or the music at most clubs. There is a stark difference between “cozy” and “suffocating.”

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Well, I was interrupted. And I’m now completely dumbstruck.

Ricky just brought in the mail, and I received a check from my grandma, and 110 pounds worth of British money from David’s mom.

I’m too pleased to continue. Have a good night, everyone!

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