February 5th, 1982

Midnight— exhausted. Worked until 10:00 tonight. Tiring but fun. I think I would hate work that never made these kinds of demands. But I know that I must maintain strenuous vigilance to see that 13-hour days are RARE OCCURRENCES.

I’m tired and all I can think about is Howie. I’ve re-read this journal and I am embarrassed by the undying dramatic love I proclaimed for David- which lasted 4 weeks. Or the crush on Tony.

I feel much more sober than even the Larry that wrote about Tony a couple of months ago.

I’m going to bed. I’m tired.