. The Muse. April ?>. 1922—Dear Diary: What a time I havebeen having! Seems as if I get into all the trou-ble a person possibly could get into. In fact, Ivehad an awful day, if you know what I mean, sweetDiary! To begin with, Nancy and I didnt wakeup till 7:26 (Im sure it couldnt have been ear-lier) and of course there was no timepiece aroundto tell us just how fast the morning was speedingby. (Our clock never runs somehow. I dontknow why.) Being too lazy and sleepy, both ofus, to get up and inquire into the matter, wespent two or three minutes yelling at the top ofour lungs, What time is i
. The Muse. April ?>. 1922—Dear Diary: What a time I havebeen having! Seems as if I get into all the trou-ble a person possibly could get into. In fact, Ivehad an awful day, if you know what I mean, sweetDiary! To begin with, Nancy and I didnt wakeup till 7:26 (Im sure it couldnt have been ear-lier) and of course there was no timepiece aroundto tell us just how fast the morning was speedingby. (Our clock never runs somehow. I dontknow why.) Being too lazy and sleepy, both ofus, to get up and inquire into the matter, wespent two or three minutes yelling at the top ofour lungs, What time is it? Some kind soulfinally rewarded our efforts and told us it wastime for the bell—just as the hell rang! Oh, wewere miserable! Im afraid you cant Diary. Nancy had to twist her hair intosome kind of a knot—she was furious because shedidnt have time to tangle it even a little bit—and I gave mine two or three hangs with the brush(Im so thankful its bobbed sometimes), and wewere oft!
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