Ate breakfast, laid around reading Radio Romances. What a crazy magazine. Went to the Red Cross Club in the afternoon but they had no ice cream. Boy, was I mad when I started dressing to go out. I looked through my laundry and found, first of all, that they lost the top of my blue striped pajamas and substituted a too small khaki shirt. Also, the khakis were just washed and not pressed and also they gave me back 2 pairs of pants which weren't even mince. One pair was too long and the other too short. I almost didn't go but Fish talked me into it. There I wrote to Adele, Mom and Eli Miller.