January 22nd, 1981
Since tomorrow is my last day at Gimbels. I have not been staying late this week. How wonderful to put in a normal 8 hours and come home not exhausted. My chicken breasts are broiling and Scarsdale completes another day. I have a date with Jerry tonight. As nonchalant as we have kept is, the fact is that we’ve been dating for three weeks now. And the fucking is still hot. Which makes this the longest running show since I got to New York. Most have closed on opening night.