February 22, 1939, Wednesday
I intended to wash my hair immediately after work but there wasn't any hot water so I had to wait until after supper. I thought it was best to wash it tonight because then by Friday it will look the nicest - I hope - Not that I care to look especially nice for "Mooney" because he just doesn't appeal to me or have I said that before, but there will be other people there who might be nice - boys preferably - but I doubt it. I don't think I'm very optimistic - guess I'm not the type. If I don't hope for the best I'm not so terribly disappointed when nothing nice happens which isn't really such a bad policy.
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