Robber Baron’s Ball…and a blushworthy idea.

After speaking at great length with Mrs Pearse about a personal subject, I seem to find myself at a point where baring my soul in journal form may be cathartic. I already have a book for notes. A journal won’t kill me to keep on the side. It may be hard to write, but I have told patients before that that was what a journal was for — to get the hard things out on paper.

So eventually I will get started on that. But first, just for in case it wasn’t a world broadcast, I won Mr Spires’ sleeball tourney the other night. And with my winnings, I decided to use a good piece for myself. I decked myself out for the Robber Baron’s Ball… and I must admit, even I thought my outfit looked nice. I’m rather fond of the color, and the jewelry was gorgeous… Even though I couldn’t afford new boots, I’m sure no one truly noticed. Being that I hope no one was busy looking at my feet…

I came upon Mrs Pearse at the festivities and I was content to talk to her for a good bit of the last hour that I made it to… I was a bit late. Typist issues. But then, Kristos ( That is, Doctor Sonnerstein) offered me a dance… and being single, and (undoubtedly) a woman alone, I agreed. And how he danced… we danced all over our part of the floor and nearing the end of the dance, Mr Linus handed me a drink… It was a moment of pure reaction when I tossed it down…

And things start to get a little fuzzy from here on. I do know that Kristos offered to walk me home and we discussed some things…(blush) What I can remember does make me blush, but a lady never tells. And I vaguely remember seeing the Baron, and forgetting the way to the submarine…

And I know I poured some of my past to Kristos, but as to how much, that too is a bit blurry. All that is truly certain today is that my head is just now lowering just how much it throbs…