Seventy-five large

Dear Diary,

I am a fool. How anyone could fall for an internet email scam is beyond. Half the morning I spent the whole time entertaining the notion that I have three-large (3/4 a mill’) on the way, I was out to find world peace, cure all maladies, employ the most talented people I know to help me do so. Good God! What was I thinking?! I’m so very gullible!

It is not true. Evidently. But being Brewster’s millions in my mind was nice for about three hours; that was, before the bubble burst.

Countdown to D-day looms like the sword of Damoclēs o’er my head; by but a horsehair’s slender thread. Aye.

I am beginning to regain my enthusiasm for the discipline: archæology. It is an interesting subject.

Equally, I never thought I’d say this, but I long to get back to my Latin. I am behind on that module. For the now, takin’ it easy. Just chillin’. Coffee on. Let’s get this assignment out of the way, within the next day, then promptly resume work on A297. Juggle the two.

Maximus Gullibulus.