April 15, 1982

It is Thursday night and every Thursday night I am compelled to write - usually to Amy - I don't know why, but I am left aloine on Thursday nights so I suppose I get lonely. So I am writing you my friend. Last Thursday night, I wrote to Amy. I wish I would get a phone call from someone. I did get one from a very nice man buit it was a wrong number. I do have a lot of things to do also. It is 7:30 P.M. already and I have done absolutley nothing. On that note of wriotten realization, I think I'll go now and return later.

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12:20 P.M.

I'm going to bed now but I think I'm going to take you to Washington with me.