September 24, 1939 Sunday
Time changed today so we were all mixed up and it seemed so strange to have to get dark so early. I won't write about anything about the kind of a day it was or what we did because it was very usual. (Noa and Dick came down and Ev and I decorated Marcel's car while he and Jess were looking for oysters). I'm getting so I want to scream and I do mean scream when the girls start talking about their boyfriends: what they do, say, eat, and how they laugh, smile, make love, etc. and etc. Guess I need a man. But darnit I don't want to get settled down and stick altogether with one steady or do I? Strange when you don't know your own mind!
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