Bianca´s Diary 22/09/2009

It roars in my head and I have an upset stomach. I shuffle into the bathroom and look into the mirror. Seems that I look normal again. What was last night? Did I forgot my earplugs on stage, did I eat too many sweets, was the pumpkin soup unedible or what did my friend said about a few worms of tequila that rotted up brains?

My niece sits on the couch in the living room and tries to play the bass guitar. She is clever and will soon have learnt it. Halloween was probably only a nightmare, a damned good one.