Woozle/Jenny/note/011
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Page One
Dec 7, 1980
Pearl Harbor DayDear M.P.W.W.S.T.O.B.P.O.P.A.P.T.I.P.L.,
Now that I have gotten myself together what do I write? Okay, if you discover that you have a conflict with a scheduled meeting in the future, don't worry about showing – I won't mind. If I, at any time, am not able to make it I will try and leave a note. If I don't show in the first half hour, don't bother hanging around.
Sorry for my incoherent, broken, digressive spreche (talking). My mind was not working properly (I think you do that to me.) Every time I spoke – I seemed to get messed-up. I think my associative thinking was on the blink. When you mentioned dreams I remembered that I had specific thoughts on them but I couldn't remember what the thoughts were. My mind was shrouded in a fog. "My mind is distracted and confused..." and I was confused. Argh! I hate it when I can't think. Then I can't talk.
When you went to get your bike I almost ran away. I.. ...... ____
Heh, heh, heh! Bye for now,
M.O.T.C.P.S.A.O.I.G.O.W.T.T.W.
Page Two
Dec 8, 1980 Well, we sure surprised you!
You see, Cindy was over at my house to pick up some Latin. And we drank Coca-cola and generally talked for a while. And then lo and behold Cindy had to be moving right along [graphic looking something like an EKG chart]
And so we walked in the opposite direction of the sunset and there was McDowell. "Let's go bug Nick!" so we flipped a piano – I mean a key. The rest is history. Heh, heh!
Page Three
Dec 8, 1980 Hello, its me again. I'm really going wild finding bits of scrap paper to write on. E.K.G. paper is great to use for origami – it's thin enough and very colorful! I made some birds out of this and made a mobile for my dad. If I remember I'll ask him to tell me again what each color is....
Do you mind us barging in on you like that? It was very nice I think. It was more relaxed – because Cindy was there – so there were no "Implications". Also it wasn't planned – could this be a factor?
Also your room was very "busy" and I am always comfortable in such an environment. There is nothing more that I can't stand than a room where everything is so neat that it is bare... there's nothing to look at or occupy your mind with.
— M.O.T.C.P.S.A.O.I.G.O.W.T.T.W.
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