Dec. 31, 1917
9 a.m. I drew a clever little mouse. It was so funny I had to take a photograph.
9:01 a.m. I drew another clever little mouse, identical to the last mouse, but I moved his arm upward a little bit, just for kicks. Then I took another photograph.
9:02 a.m. I drew the same mouse again, but moved his arm upward a little more. Why am I doing this? I don’t know, but I can’t stop now. I think I’ll take another picture.
9:03 a.m. I looked out the window at the neighborhood kids playing and then decided to draw the mouse one more time, but with a slightly higher arm. I took another photo because it seemed appropriate.
9:06 a.m. Three more mouse drawings, three more photographs. I think I might have a problem.
9:18 a.m. Mama said that drawing mice is fine for teenagers, but it won’t pay the bills when I am an adult. So I drew 11 more mice and took photographs of each of them. I will be an adult in less than two years, so there’s no time to waste.
9:29 a.m. The postman brought a letter from Papa. He wants me to “stop obsessing over rodents” and play with our dog, Pluto, but Pluto’s been dead for two weeks, so I drew him next to my mouse and took a picture. Then I did it again. (Okay, I did it several times.)
9:45 p.m. I drew and photographed over 600 mouse drawings today. Mama says I have a sickness. (She thinks I may have gotten it from touching a Jewish person, but that’s crazy because I don’t even know any Jewish people.) I’m just going to wait until she falls asleep and then get started on my new project… drawing and photographing a duck!