January 5th, 1971
Bob went back to Washington today. The last time I saw him he was standing there waiting for the airport limousine. I said goodbye and when I went through the lobby again he was gone. I shall always believe that he disappeared. Poof…
Typical day at work. Terrible. I am so tired, so bored with this job. If the next two weeks would unfold– gently. I’m in such a state of limbo. I don’t know definitely about school– as I haven’t heard from either Maryland or Montgomery. I know I won’t be working for Army Times– but I know I have to work– but not where. Tonight I talked to Melinda. It was a miserable conversation. She’d been crying. She was depressed and all screwed up. Her relationship with Paul is crashing for her and her life, in general, is getting too much. I understand completely– but God, what can I say to her that she doesn’t know– or that I haven’t told her. What should I say: “Jesus Lennie, I guess life is heavy. Why don’t you just slit your wrists.” We annoyed each other. I don’t think she’s so sure about Europe now. I am completely preoccupied with what’s going to happen in the next few months.