June 11th, 1973
June, gawd– the beginning of summer. Days of freedom and relaxing. And here I trudge on and on at a job that mostly bores me. Paydays. Paydays. That’s the only thing about this job that holds any real interest for me. At best, I feel appreciative of the fact that the days are pleasant enough with Allen as a co-worker– and all the convenience of living next door, etc., etc.,
And I find myself getting bored. Not bored enough though to rock the boat and upset the comfort I have established around myself.