April 12th, 1977

Lynn’s apartment is sweltering. Temperatures the past two days have been high 80′s. And of course no air conditioning for another month or so. Drinking hot coke and smoking hot cigarettes in a hot muggy city heat night.

Nearly serious thoughts the last couple of days about how nice to get out of the city. I’d like to be out of all this cement and putrid air.

The seduction of the city has always been constant with me. I’ve never grown tired of city life. But I am growing more and more weary.

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Total change of plans regarding moving in with Jim. It seemed just too dramatic a change in circumstances for me to deal with. So I called Gregg and in my most controlled manner explained to him how I felt that our living together has become totally untenable and how I needed a date as to when he can consider moving. He was very cooperative and almost timid and agreed to call me today with a date. Granted the phone here is busy often during the day– and he was working, but no call.

So I expect to be going home tomorrow. Actually, I dread it terribly. It’s been so nice being here with George and Lynn for nearly two weeks. Going back to that apartment and facing the frazzling experience of being around Gregg. I’m going to miss Lynn very much. The next few weeks and months look so bleak and dreary.