February 23rd, 1978

The day is distractingly beautiful. I wake up at Lynn’s with a hangover that I ignore easily with the bright blue skies. The morning is actually slightly balmy. People on the streets, on the bus, seem buoyant, cheerful. I bounce to work and cannot concentrate on the tedium. I barely get any work done at all, take a long lunch wandering to dirty bookstores and finally leave work about 4:00 p.m. to get home in time to watch a Montgomery Clift movie. A Place in the Sun. I drink beer and nearly fall asleep and finally sit right in front of the television set and cry and cry as Monty goes to the electric chair and wonderful beautiful Elizabeth Taylor arrives at the prison to tell him that she will always love him. Actually, the line was: I will love you for as long as I live.

She reduces me to tears every time.

Now the news is on and I am waiting for the phone to ring to sell my refrigerator. Fuck Dennis. Fuck Sandoz. This is a problem for Dennis to settle with them. As far as I am concerned, I am the owner of that refrigerator and I intend to sell it immediately.

Meanwhile I got a phone call from Western Union downtown and my mother has sent me money. For my birthday, I suppose. She knows the problems I have been having lately.

Oh I can’t wait to move.