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I felt the effects of this week, feeling tired and depressed. Fought the sore throat all day and finally pretty well rid myself of it. Mother is no help at a time like this either. She is morose, critical, complaining nearly all the time and when we are alone, she floods me with a continual fire of it until it seems as if I would go crazy sometimes. And yet the slightest counter complaint or criticism brings another torrent of recrimination on me and only makes matters worse.
 
Willie is just recovering from a bad cold and sore throat, has lost weight and looks and acts badly. Bab hasn't got over her cold yet and is unnatural. Rog is the only member of the family who has any power to add a really cheerful note to the proceedings about the house.

The time has come for me to choose whether I am to take hold of myself and my life and go places or whether I am to continue to drift and lose out on the great opportunity that now beckons me. I must pull up and snap into the game I assuredly can play only it must be better than ever before. I [[underlined]]must[[/underlined]] and [[underlined]]I can[[/underlined]] and I am going to. Everything hinges on it and I fully realize that it does. As I see it there are two roads ahead and I must choose the one that leads to success, reject the other. Only by giving to life all that I have, can I walk up the right road, but I can do it. I have it within me to do it and I [[underlined]]will[[/underlined]] do it! So here goes! It isn't going to be easy but I will be successful. I must be successful. It helps sometimes to think of Phil Reed - I'll never forget him!