December 9th, 1979

Spent the day so far sitting at the kitchen table; dragging out journals– organizing them somewhat. Reconstructing the past 10 years in terms of major events; a green felt tip pen blurred into 6 months, a year, 2 years and nine months– a decade done. A mild panic possesses me when I realize that 10 years has passed. And what really has been accomplished? I am the same– a lonely queen, stoned at the kitchen table drinking beer and smoking cigarettes.