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Leah Hirsig Diary Entry Sunday, 21 December 1924
Dec 21
12:42 A.M. After last entry—marketed—lost a franc on a bunch of carrots (no! didn't go where the carrots were, more's the pity!) Then a good fried—dress rehearsal and out in the blue dress to red home from 9:30 to 11:20
Nothing doin' & get! think I am doing something. What? Then Pentagram and Pan Mantra—used Z's wand instead of Sword. Cup of tea—bed.
3:40 A.M. Not a wink of sleep in me—not a bit of work in me—What the hell shall I do—Just bad breathing & tummy ache, but I can't be hungry. Perhaps I am—I've been day dreaming about America and sensational landing. Those things never come off.
I could bet most anything (except my new coat) that there is something devilish going on somewhere among the Brethren tonight. It may simply be A entering R. if this is the time, if so, he's entering on a gallop. What news tomorrow? Very excitement is that of operation, not of fear—But all sorts of precautions arise.
12:30 P.M. A Slept from 6 to 10—wake heavy, hot, dazed, and generally miserable.
Up at 11:30—out for coffee and milk.
Things to do
1. See fur woman for collar. 2. See S. About (?) 3. Fleischman 4. Noble [Noble Hall] re books 5. Mrs. Ficke?
1 P.M.—Pentagram Asana and Mantra(?) Thou who art I.
1:03-1:05 Asana—back gives way—I find myself all bent up—3 times I straightened myself out—also—mind wanders to all the things I've to do and didn't do—esp[ecially] the Stewart Waiter failures. But as soon as get over these something else pops up. It is really much easier to bean Episenpalise and get it all out in a ready-made prayer.
Started to get ready to go to Ella B.[urgin] & Dôme, but couldn't do it. Blvd clicking—2 grog Americans & home. Ate 3 huge Mortadel sandwiches.
7:12 P.M. Though I've been complaining about too many unfulfilled oaths,! add another to the list:
"I hereby take an Oath to refrain from smoking for a period of 7x9 days." (This brings us to Feb 22).
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