2-2-85
(2am) I went out drinking with Samantha and Rena tonite. (That was a lot of fun!) (I blew $60 but they had fun and so did I.) (I am still in serious lust with Rena.)-(I told her to call me if she would like to go out to dinner sometime, but I doubt she will call.)
(10am) What a hangover! (Twas worth it though.)
(9pm) I am still not fully recovered from last nite. (I must be getting old.)
I have decided to try again to quit cigs.
2-3-85
(10am) I have been thinking, and I hope Rena doesn't accept my dinner offer. (Maybe I am just chickening out, but I don't know that we would get along at all.)-(Oh well, I doubt that she will call, so no big-a-deal.)
Now I am going to the store for cigs. (What is the point in living longer anyhow?)
(1pm) I think I have finally recovered from Friday nite.
Now I am in a blue funk though. (I wish I could overcome my fears and doubts; but, so far, I just can't seem to manage to. (Will I ever?))
I wish I could get excited about doing tax work. (I need the money it would generate, but it bores me to tears.) (I have some more reading to do on the tax law, but I just can't get into it now.)
(3pm) Friday nite sure was a lot of fun.
(5pm) I am mellowing out a bit. (I don't know how my love life is going to work out. (I am horny, so I am impatient.)-(All I can do is let things unfold. (The women I am interested in know I am interested (or should).))-(Sooner or later it will take care of itself.)-(In the mean time, I have to be patient, and try not to worry so much about it.)-(And work at putting my life in order, so that I will become someone women will find attractive.)
(9pm) Another quiet day.
2-4-85
(6pm) According to the newspaper, my oldest son (Joe) made the honor roll at school again. (Good for him.)
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