still no news

Ludlow, late 1950s

Dear Diary,

Day 14
Two weeks later and I still search diligently for clues, for any sign that a decision has been made. No messages on my answering machine, no emails in my inbox, no notices on the web. Perhaps it's hidden in code somewhere? Maybe in a panel in the Sunday funnies?

I keep asking "Why? Why is this taking so long?". A clever ruse to maintain suspense, perhaps? Perhaps. Yet--I grow weary. Losing the will to look, to care, to dress myself. Must find answer soon.