Saturday, 15 September, 2007
Dear Diary
I had my first ballet class AND my first gymnastics class today.
I.
Am.
So.
Freaking.
Sore.
Seriously. It hurts to write. It hurts to walk. It hurts to lie down. It hurts to breathe. You'd think a mother would be worried if her daughter was dying. Not mine. Nope. She just laughed and said that I'd get used to it! I have a sadist for a mother!
Daddy at least had the decency to pretend to be sorry I was sore. He almost hid his smirk. And I almost didn't hear him giggle when I left the room.
Who needs parents, anyway?
Courtney