September 11, 1999. Saturday.

Today I think was the worst day of my life.  First while we were just about to leave to go to Old Navy I saw both the cats on the lawn, Sylvester in front, Odie in back.  I went to pat Sylvester, then I looked down.  A baby robin was sitting there.  He must have had fallen out of a tree.  I got Dad to put him on a branch.  I don’t think it will survive alone.

Then we went to Old Navy, Limited Too, and the Gap.  I only came out of Old Navy with 2 pairs of pants.  I cried in every dressing room.

Tomorrow will be better, I hope.


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