October 10th, 1973
10/10/73
Dear Diary,
I don't have anything to write about, but I feel obligated to write something. Things have been pretty bland and routine. I have not been depressed or particularly elated, just very mellow. I see Jen every now and then, but only during the day and we haven't gotten together to drink wine or anything lately. Work is mediocre, nobody really bothers me much. I think I might go for a walk, it's warm and sunny out... plus the leaves have have just begun to change colors; a great combo.
Absolutely! That's my problem - cabin fever. As it starts to get darker earlier, my motivation to leave the house is gradually slaughtered. My enthusiasm and confidence are always bled dry by the very season I call my favorite. I need fresh air and sunshine while fall is still friendly. I must squeeze every last bit of sunshine from these shortening days.
10/24/73
Dear Diary,
Im drunk. SHAZAM! CaptMarvel, the southern Superman has just turned me on to the Pryamids. I don't know Im drunk I love jen like a sister. A sister I would sleep with. sleep with on top a pyramid.
11/7/73
That last entry is a tad embarrassing (not like this whole journal's not embarrassing!). I picked up a couple extra shifts at my work and have been generally avoiding Jen. She's bad for my health, I have decided, physical and mental. She's an alcoholic, I might not even be one, but I am a Jen-aholic, which leads (guilt by association) directly to alcoholism. So if I want to quit drinking, I have got to quit Jen.
As I write this, I am drinking. Wine. White wine; nobody likes white wine but me. I don't know why, but to me, red wine tastes like balsamic vinegar. Frankly, I prefer the vinegar.
So maybe I am an alcoholic, after all, even without Jen's influence.
God, I miss her.
Dear Diary,
I don't have anything to write about, but I feel obligated to write something. Things have been pretty bland and routine. I have not been depressed or particularly elated, just very mellow. I see Jen every now and then, but only during the day and we haven't gotten together to drink wine or anything lately. Work is mediocre, nobody really bothers me much. I think I might go for a walk, it's warm and sunny out... plus the leaves have have just begun to change colors; a great combo.
Absolutely! That's my problem - cabin fever. As it starts to get darker earlier, my motivation to leave the house is gradually slaughtered. My enthusiasm and confidence are always bled dry by the very season I call my favorite. I need fresh air and sunshine while fall is still friendly. I must squeeze every last bit of sunshine from these shortening days.
10/24/73
Dear Diary,
Im drunk. SHAZAM! CaptMarvel, the southern Superman has just turned me on to the Pryamids. I don't know Im drunk I love jen like a sister. A sister I would sleep with. sleep with on top a pyramid.
11/7/73
That last entry is a tad embarrassing (not like this whole journal's not embarrassing!). I picked up a couple extra shifts at my work and have been generally avoiding Jen. She's bad for my health, I have decided, physical and mental. She's an alcoholic, I might not even be one, but I am a Jen-aholic, which leads (guilt by association) directly to alcoholism. So if I want to quit drinking, I have got to quit Jen.
As I write this, I am drinking. Wine. White wine; nobody likes white wine but me. I don't know why, but to me, red wine tastes like balsamic vinegar. Frankly, I prefer the vinegar.
So maybe I am an alcoholic, after all, even without Jen's influence.
God, I miss her.