December 3rd, 1980

I believe that we are short bursts of flame: burn bright: burn hot: Allan drops by and we eat leftover spaghetti and watch TV and then speed shivering through the late night cold to Ty’s and then to Boots and Saddle for beer and girl talk and cruising the pretty men. I feel like I am beginning to understand my new part. Rehearsals have been tough, but I feel like I’m beginning to know this new character. At midnight I come home feeling full and happy and sleep with my dog on the sofa.