(All that was written the two previous days was: "Don't remember much".)
Got up medium. Dressed. Pops went out. We have a job delivering papers to the Annex (if we can ever do it.) Came up elevator. Worked on my birthday story for Pops. Then all three of us went to "Plenda". We ate sweeties and cookies. Came back. I typed. Then worked on my story. Pops came at 7:oopm. Put on pj's ate dinner. Watched CHiPS. Went to bed. Thank you, Mr. O.
Ah, the job delivering papers. It would have been fun and would have earned us some candy money, the Professor and I, but I remember being a little freaked at the thought of wandering the hotel alone, and I also wasn't sure my mom would actually let us. The job never panned out.
The Professor and I talked to everyone and I remember that I chatted up the newspaper stand guy in hopes of free candy. Sometimes that worked... sometimes it didn't.
I'm not sure what story I was working on. Somewhere, I'm sure I have them. Or Poppy does.
Remember CHiPs? I think that was my first real TV crush. I couldn't decide which one I liked more.