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Friday morning.

I feel better, indeed almost very well, I slept a lot and I'm rested, I took a bath, shaved, I changed suit, everything. Yesterday was a nightmare, drunk at 2 o'clock in the afternoon in a hot day with blazing sun. I was still shaky when I wrote you the letter yesterday, I hope I didn't make you be worried.

I made lots of phone calls, I wrote bills, I made a drawing, I arranged with Tino to go to his place for this weekend, I feel like after a nightmare, it was very sad to have been without you yesterday and we'll be together from now on, I promise and I hope you promise too.

12 o'clock. Right now I have an Armenian here who wants to write a booklet advertising fine paper and good printing and using some of my unusual drawings to illustrate the quality of paper and ink. Not a bad idea and the man looks competent. I let him look thru my drawings while I write you this. I'm going at 230 to Harper's, they have the first proofs of the first 8 pages of the book ([[strikethrough]] as [[/strikethrough]] I'm afraid of disappointment, I'll write you this evening how they look)