Breakfast of pancakes, then censored mail and wrote a long letter to the folks. And here I am in the club at 10:26 a.m. Quiet day. Wrote to Houghton too. Ate chow, then sunbathed for a couple hours. My stomach is now real red. No mail today from no one no how. Tsk, tsk. Had good chow tonite - real fresh meat, spanish rice, and real pineapple ice cream and gingerbread cake. Saw "Private Hargrove" again. Crazy. I wish that old Doc Wagner would keep that nurse out of this club. Gotta write to my honey now. Ho hum. All cleaned up. Love ya babe.