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August 3rd, 1981
The drama of Christmas season in a retail advertising agency begins. It seems utterly impossible to me that all the work that should be done this week will actually get done. I must be extremely careful in facing his week. I must not get overtired– getting burnt out on work is totally counterproductive and very self-destructive. I must pace myself and take it easy. I must keep it simple.
I went to two meetings tonight. The beginner’s meeting at St. Luke’s was charged with a powerful spirit. I felt overwhelmed by an awe at the spirit, the power, the force, that has entered each person’s life in that room and restored and transformed the very experience of life into something good and positive and happy. A power greater than ourselves has brought people out of death and despair into joy.
After that meeting, Seth, a guy I met a couple of weeks ago who has been in the program less than a month, walked with me up Christopher to a Sheridan Square meeting. I like that meeting very much. And George goes there. I am no obsessing about him. I just like seeing him, and enjoy being in the same room with him and conjuring up marvelous fantasies of making love to him.
Well– my phone just rang and I had a wonderful chat with David, the beautiful man from Central Park last Saturday. He and I have a date Friday night– I’m going to his apartment, perhaps out for dinner. Allan said Phil had called twice tonight while I was out. Said he would call me at work tomorrow. We are scheduled to have dinner tomorrow night. I wonder what that will be like.
Now it is TV And Haagen Dazs and kisses for Sadie. I must rest– tomorrow is another day.