She Just Wants To Be

Monday: 11:37 AM

Dear Diary,

It's me again, obviously. Brian and I just got back from our honeymoon. We had an absolutely fantastic time on the island. I couldn't hope to describe everything we did there. One of the first... um, well, second... things we did after checking in was head to the beach to soak up some rays. I made sure I wore plenty of suntan lotion, and made sure I turned over a lot since my skin is quite fair. Brian disagreed, he said it's quite excellent, but I think he's biased. Brian also put on lotion, but he didn't turn over as much... he said he only burns if he does something silly. Well, now he has a new definition of what "silly" is. Yep. He burned like minute steak. I, however, got a very nice tan that hasn't seemed to have faded yet. I decided to rub his nose in it and show off the new swimsuit I'd bought. He didn't seem to hurt much... he says in his way up the ranks, he'd been subjected to more than a little sunburn...

I can't believe how good it felt to simply relax under the stars on a tropical island... pretty much of my conscious memories compose of that darned asylum and Brian, and lying alone in a hammock under the stars was such a new experience for me, I felt like I could have stayed forever.
Obviously I didn't, for I had my new husband with me, and that of course, felt more wonderful than a thousand hours under the stars ever could. Needless to say, that brought on some nose-rubbing in a different direction. Well, I'm feeling a bit of jet lag, so I think I'm gonna take a nap. After some food... I'm suddenly starving.

Saturday: 12:59 PM

Dear Diary;
I should tell you more about our new life. Brian makes enough cash that I don't need a job, but I still like to get on the computer and share financial advice. It doesn't earn me much, but any money coming in with my name on it makes me feel good. My stomach's been a little queasy since we got back. I probably just have lingering effects of the pineapple surprise...

Anyway, Brian's been busy with work. I don't ask him much about it - I know what I need to, and no more than I should. Once we'd settled in and he started his regular hours, he asked me one favor of sorts.
When we got here, he spent a lot of time fishing. He hadn't fished much, but seemed satisfied when he caught a largemouth bass. He quickly mounted it on the wall near the front door; and asked me the strange favor - he said, if he ever took the fish to work with him; I probably shouldn't ask him how his day went when he gets home. It's come off the wall once since we've been here, and when he came home. he'd brought a check for fifty-five grand! All he said was "Some superhero valued her life more than her money."

He's also managed to find a golden frame for that odd picture he painted of the Creator. He says he feels even more safe now, with it hanging on our wall. I have to admit, I do too, though my stomach isn't getting any better...
Sunday, 5:28 PM

Dear Diary;
Brian just left for work. The fish came off the wall again. Brian hasn't been acting any different - he's been appropriately concerned about me though - I've been throwing up unexpectedly, and some days all i want to do is sleep and eat. Maybe I'm finally getting nervous about my safety. I love Brian, I trust Brian, and I believe him when he says I'm safe, but I still wonder sometimes how exactly he's guaranteeing our safety. Just thinking about it these days make me feel like I'm going to be sick.... erg; here's it comes again... excuse me for a minute!