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Faithful Diary,
Today will go down in history as the day my life fell apart.
I arrived at work feeling unwell, but I assured myself my stomach would settle once I'd eaten. Unfortunately, the opposite was true. The kitchen assaulted my senses. Its smells made me want to retch. Its sounds split my head wide open. I tried to eat a piece of dry toast, but even this led to gastric unrest.
My supervisor Malaika knows how devoted I am to my job. She was extremely concerned when I fell ill. I am the least likely person on staff to fake such a condition. She gave me Gravol from her purse before sending me home in a cab.
It was scarcely six thirty when I arrived at the house. I figured Terra and Elle would have headed off to slumberland at the end of their music-making day. For this
