February 6, 1965

I had nothing to do except my work all day. I'm bored stiff. I have nothing to sew! I figure this summer is I don't work at Camp Maria Pratt I can do sewing in my home for people around the here. It would have to be on a frist come, first served basis. I could make a few bucks for the bank. Tomorrow I go to New York city - whoopee! Now I'll really have something to write about in this puny diary.