I went out drinking with Samantha last nite.
I ran into a woman friend who says the rumor around town is that I got married. (As I have said, hanging out with Samantha so much creates that kind of illusion.)
4-15-85
(7am) Last nite was mellow.
Happy end of tax season. (I will miss the money, but I was getting tired of doing returns.)
I know it isn’t healthy being celibate for so long, but I just can't seem to deal with physical intimacy.
(Noon) One of my problems is that I tend to deny my instinctual aspects, and strive for a totally cerebral life. (I suppose that isn’t the answer.) (The instinctual aspects of life are an integral part of being human and I miss a lot of fun and pleasure by denying it.) (Someday I will have to find a way to balance the two.)
Note from the ozone: I wonder if the reason that a lot of people break up in the spring is related to something instinctual?
4-16-85
(8am) Last nite was a quiet one. (Hunter paid my way to a jazz dance class. (That was fun.)) (Samantha dropped in on her way to the bars. (I hope she got lucky.))
(3pm) Well, now that tax season is done, I had better start getting used to poverty again. (There are still people who owe me money, but who knows if and when I will collect.)
4-17-85
(8am) Josh stopped in last nite. (He is going to try to set Hunter up with one of Julia's girlfriends.) (He offered to try and help set me up too. (Why bother?))
Then Samantha came by, took me to the Paw, and bought me a couple brews. (That was nice of her.) (The girl watching sure was excellent last nite.)
Note from the ozone: Nice guys do finish last, but it’s because they have so many friends to stop and visit along the way.
Joke from work: Why do liberated women like to be on top? So they can watch their men f up.
(9pm) Note from the ozone: We are all waiting on death. The question is whether we spend that time giving to or taking from life.
I called a couple of my tax clients who still owe me money. (Time to start rattling their chains.)
(10pm) I got another rejection notice on my book. (Frustrating.)
Hunter's ability to concentrate is returning. (He is starting to beat me at cribbage again.)