May 11th, 1981
Unaccountably wonderful day. In sobriety I am discovering that I actually enjoy the basic process of being, living, conducting my life. My work, which such a short time ago felt unimaginable, is now actually a challenge that I enjoy– and I feel rewarded when I know I am doing a good job and have everything under control. And I’m very excited about the possibility of installing our own in-house typesetting equipment at the agency. If I can convince them of the profitability and assume the role of typesetting– after a few months, their type expenses will be reduced to virtually nothing. I would hope that as a result I could ask for a significant salary increase– several thousand. How wonderful that would be. But– that’s the future.
Now I am sitting cross-legged in my underwear on the sofa listening to rain against the sky light. The light in this apartment is marvelous. However unstable this arrangement may be, I am thoroughly enjoying the apartment.