3:49 p.m.

oo maximum sadness has been achieved. recall the peacemaking token of winnie the pooh in keychain form that promoted solace in the house of liz? well, it turns out liz enjoys dry erase markers and they had treated her reasonably well. key word is had. so pooh was made of a firm sort of plastic that was seemingly solid and glasslike but turned out to be slightly amorphous, probably as a deterrent to its destruction by small childrens tendency to gnaw, drop, step on, and possibly eat small objects. however it seemed like an acceptable dryerase marker surface to me...so i disastrously started writing all over it and then was innocently amazed at how the marker seemed to vanish a little upon writing. well my curiosity doomed me as i continued to write on pooh to view this wondrous spectacle again and again. and then the time came to wipe pooh, but after valiantly scrubbing with tissues, pooh had a fresh new set of disastrously ugly tattoos that said things like ‘woah this marker disappears’ and ‘liz is great’(well that one of course is never ugly). so yes, it turned out to be permanent, and liz was very lachrymose...if i had known i would have at least made real tattoos, so pooh wouldn’t be made fun of by the others, not just use him as a nice temporary notepad (oh yes, pooh is so used!). so i took drastic measures and marched on downstairs to the sink and armed myself with about a cup of Palmolive and a scouring sponge. and yes, i did get it off. and yes, i did scratch up pooh so much that the plastic looks almost white instead of the pleasant clear it once was. and yes, water got inside the plastic and shriveled his picture a bit. and yes, liz was extremely disheartened from defacing pooh.

another revelation was made today...quite frightening...there is a single solitary essence that resides within the depths of midnight blackness and blinds all with its white radiance that is forced into the dilated pupils of tortured, anguished, unassuming bystanders. yes. it is true. liz has encountered and stumbled upon a frightening being, one whos deathly pallor is too much to withstand. liz has found a white hair.

more sadness!! liz has lost her venerated silver ring, and this occurrence has opened up a cloud of doom that has swallowed her whole and swept her away into further blackness and shadow. if anyone discovers a plain, sorta small, scratched up silver band please return her to me...

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