March 14, 1939, Tuesday
Darn it! I've got this awful pen and I never could write with it. I did take my bath tonight. I also washed my hair. Theres nothing much to write about today. In fact this month seems to be quite a flop. Karl isn't home, he's out on the road (so they call it) for the factory. Karin called up and asked me up for supper tomorrow night. I'm going to meet her downtown and were going to buy her a hat. Wish I were going to buy me a hat but I suppose I'll have to wait for that. Well as I said before theres nothing to write about.
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