(diaryland) November 14, 2001 - 10:22 p.m.

Today, my Dad read me a part of a story he is writing. The story is about a clown town, flying voice boxes and dragons who eat talcumstone. It was nice. I was just thinking the other day about how he used to read stories to me in very silly voices while I was tucked up in bed. I really, really miss that.

And here I was, eating a pizza at the dinner table, all grown up, still being read to in silly voices. Thank God!

He asked me to draw pictures to the story, which is even nicer, really.

The cat from your childhood