Weeks pass, I do not write. I diet, I stay at home, I work out at the gym, I paint and rearrange my office, I try to make new friends, I try not to think how lonely I am, I have gonorrhea of the throat. Tonight, lobster-red from the sun room at the gym, I get ready to go to The Snake Pit and just know that I am the hottest thing in a five-mile radius.

My mother gets crazier– I abandon her.

I will get drunk tonight and have breakfast the the Trio Cafe tomorrow. Tomorrow afternoon Allan and I are going to a cocktail party here on the hill. Wendy had an abortion last Saturday. Her grandmother died a few days before that. Monday was her thirtieth birthday. Hope The Snake Pit is hot tonight.