4 March 1982
New York City was a hell of a rush. Didn't miss too many days. Not about to apologise for missing those, either. I'm getting holidays in before the MLE absorbs all of my time.
I set up a revision schedule and it looks like I'm taking the test in April. Right about when they'll start cutting funding and maybe people. No time and date set yet.
Things are good. Lizzie made me lunch and we're living off the leftovers. Jo's supposed to come over the first weekend that her schedule isn't exploding, I saw her a grand total of twice out of costume recently. I haven't heard anything about Clive which is always a good sign. Et cetera.
Not much to say. Eve went to Julia Fl Curenton's baby shower, which was run by Gilly fucking Quigley of all people, and if Eve hadn't told me I wouldn't believe it. Weird.
I set up a revision schedule and it looks like I'm taking the test in April. Right about when they'll start cutting funding and maybe people. No time and date set yet.
Things are good. Lizzie made me lunch and we're living off the leftovers. Jo's supposed to come over the first weekend that her schedule isn't exploding, I saw her a grand total of twice out of costume recently. I haven't heard anything about Clive which is always a good sign. Et cetera.
Not much to say. Eve went to Julia Fl Curenton's baby shower, which was run by Gilly fucking Quigley of all people, and if Eve hadn't told me I wouldn't believe it. Weird.