December 23, 1996

Darn. It's the day before Christmas Eve and my annoying asthma attack is still here. I hope I don't get confined to the hospital like last year. I wasn't really confined, just almost. I hope I get well and I hope that I'll get a lot of sleep because I'm usually sleepy-eyed during our Christmas dinner and I hate that because I know I will look stupid if someone tries to take a picture of me. And I sleep like one am every night and I wake up soooooo early, I'm bound to get crabby.

You know, I'm thinking of starting my own spy route, just like Harriet. But there is one big problem. There is just no action in our street. I mean, I could go around the village IF there is someone watching me (ugh!) and partly, I'm scared to be kidnapped. If I'm gonna spy, I'll have to find a way on how to sneak out of the house unnoticed and then sneak back in.

I remember something that my sister told me. She said that if I go to midnight mass starting the Christmas season, my wish will come true. I'm not sure what my wish will be.