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September 27th, 1971
God, it’s all over with again… the weekend.
Now I have another full four days of Army Times and all of that bullshit.
I received my application from the University of California today. God, I can’t fuck this off. I have got to get accepted. I want this so intensely– to get accepted, quit my job at Army Times– buy a car– bomb around for a bit and then head out to Berkeley and really do the school routine for awhile.
Please God, let it be.
I can’t maintain my present lifestyle much longer.
Something has got to give.
All aside, however, things are pretty good. With the exception of getting this application in the mail, my one immediate goal is to go with Peggy and Ed to visit Arthur, Peg’s brother in Dumfries, Virginia. Pure country. As planned, we all intend to go camping. I’m going to drop some Orange Sunshine. Can you imagine– tripping on really fine acid out in the country, camping out with all of the beautiful people I know.
My phone is ringing. I haven’t been answering for the last couple of days.
It’s stopped now.
I wonder who it was?
No one I want to see.
I bought some roses today. I cleaned, thoroughly, one end of my living room. The roses look so nice sitting against the white cloth on my coffee table.
Peggy spent the evening with me. We had dinner in her apartment– tuna, mushroom, in a white sauce– then came upstairs and watched laugh it. Tex came over. God what a hunk of meat. So goddam cool. We all watched television and smoked dope until Tex began to nod out. Then, when he left to go home, Peg and I rode to Highs with him to get ice cream.
and blah, blah, blah–
The story of this evening is not even interesting enough for me to write. I have got to effect some changes in my life.
Now, crashed out naked on my sofa, ready to drift off and off and off into a comforting, soothing world of fantasy and dreams.
What a wasted day–
I never want to say that again.