January 8th, 1978

Rainy foggy day. Spending the day alone. Sleeping. Masturbating. No drinking. Seven days today. Chain smoking and gulping orange juice and sleeping. So much added energy when you’re not anesthetizing your body every day with alcohol.

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Jim called me today. I make a half-assed attempt to avoid thinking about him. The fact is that my time with him has been so nice. I feel really good that our paths have crossed.