February 4th, 1978
Sunny Saturday at home. Early start that got two rooms of my life in order. Thinking about the rest exhausts me. Tonight I have a date with Jim. I don’t want a date with Jim because I am in complete control of that situation. I want a date with Joel because I have no control in that situation.
It goes it’s solitary way and awaits the time that will surely come. Fuck surely come.
I talk to my mother on the telephone and she is the only reason that I can see keeping on living because she is so wonderful. She plays with men the same way I do and we are both capable of falling in love.