Dear diary,
24 hours from now I might have my balls clipped, metaphorically speaking of course. I saw a flower today that reminded me if my innocence. Innocence I've since lost through an elusive point I'm unable to prove. I have my old 78s Bette Midler "wind beneath my wings" looping on repeat and bottle of Napa Valley Malbec 1996 (Like Juve's glory years). Something about that vinyl crack gives me that itch of hope that tomorrow might just be the day I prove the Hust wrong for once. Doubts arise now with our injuries clearing, I might need to be patient. The Australian crew has been awfully critical lately...self esteem at an all time low as I sip the Malbec. Uno di noi I tell myself. uno di noi.
Soon.
All my heart,
Dreamy Dru-licious