Sore Throat And Menstration

February 19, 1994 More and more ridiculous

Yesterday I went to the birthday party of a friend and as it was an eighteenth I was dressed well well. So I had the last things done quickly and I ran outside because my father was waiting for me. At the party there were many old friends and (poor me) I was happy to show to many that some time ago (or even now) I thought that I was not timid. Anyway, got home (early today because I had to study) I take off my earrings and-alas - one of them is missing! Around the corridor style hound eyes fixed on the ground, I reflect on the hunt on the streets, but I think it's night smarter not to. Alas, silver earring! Moment of despair. Jesus, please, do not let the lost. Step into the bathroom and gape: the earring is on the cabinet. And after a good laugh I go to bed relieved to have found again and with the terrible certainty of having traveled all night and made myself see dozens of people with a single, highly visible, ridiculous earring.