I’m writing to you today, Dear Diary, because I ruined my vacation. Here I am in Anaheim, California, the home of Disneyland and Mickey Mouse and I can’t even go because I fell getting out of the hotel shower and twisted my ankle. Sign me “Bummed in Orange County.”

Dear Diary, the doctor says it’s a strain, not a sprain. The hotel is allowing me to choose if I am staying or coming back in a few months. At least that’s something. Sign me “Sad with foot and ankle pain in Orange County.”

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to try visiting Disneyland this afternoon. If I can manage that in a wheelchair, with a friend pushing me (she has a yearly pass. *sigh* I’m so jealous.), then I’ll stay. Sign me “Hopeful in Orange County.”

Dear Diary, I’m staying. Sign me “Too busy going to Disneyland to write in Orange County.”