Diary as Metafiction

2 June, 19_ _--- Fear I may have picked up a bit of distemper here--so feverish that when I look in the mirror I appear to have three heads. But it might also have been the froglegs--they tasted curiously off, nothing like the last time I had them at Aunt Jeannine's. (Will have to ask Michael where he purchased them--perhaps there's a reason they retailed at 12/$.99). At any rate, will probably go right to bed after shaving, so I'll be fresh for the train tomorrow. rb