Friday, June 13, 1913.
Just writing to-day because it happens to be Friday the 13th—13th more because I have nothing but contempt for the silly superstition.
Have maintained my resolution as far as sex is concerned easily enough to date, but otherwise I am not satisfied with self-control attained, that is, in speech and temper, but time will tell. I’ll pull through a full year on the one thing in any case, and I am still fighting for all around control, and a settled scheme of work towards becoming a successful playwright.