March 27, 1913 - Thursday

27 - Still pouring and blowing like a hurricane. Saw Mae (also Dan) at lunch. Dan seems to be getting out of his sulks somewhat, but I shan't make the first move this time. Waded home after school. Mae came in. Bu the way, the Gum Fiend's at it again. Stayed at Mahoney's after supper and read as Dan was out. Mae went home. I guess, like everyone who knows me long, she's rather tired, by now, of my charming society. They all get it. Perhaps one reason is I never have more than one friend at a time, and that one is so sick of me by the time I get another that she, or he can't bear the sight of me. I feel rather ultra-marine. Indigo is too bright to use as a simile for my present mood.