May 3, 1939 Wednesday
I don't know why I keep on writing in this diary - maybe it's in the hope that someday I'll have something to write about. I really don't know. Called Karin up and was busy talking to her when Ray came to see her. She's still excited over him - must be nice to have something or somebody to get excited and thrilled over. Well life goes on no matter what. Polished my nails, started "White oaks of Jalna" another in the series of Jalna books by Mazo de la Roche. Whats the matter with me anyway I'm so restless I want to get away someplace and see different things and people. Must me a rover strain in my blood.
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