Yesterday I stopped by Martin's Cafe where Caroline works, treated myself to breakfast out, and visited with her. (It sounds like her life is hectic right now. (I hope she finds some happiness some day.))
Samantha and I drove out to her mom's yesterday and watched the air show from there.
We stopped on the way back to town to visit a mutual friend, and ended up watching a horror flick with her.
Last nite I took myself to see "Volunteers".
On the way home I stopped at the Sundance for a bit, but couldn't get in the mood to enjoy myself.
I get so tired sometimes of there not being a girlfriend in my life.
(8pm) Samantha called this morning, and I took her over to visit one of her girlfriends. (That was pleasant.)
Then I did laundry and took care of Carrie's plants.
Then Samantha stopped over and we bs'd for awhile.
Mostly it has been a quiet day. (That is good, because I am pooped.)
Quote:
William Harris-"When you are older and uglier, it
takes money and power to attract somebody sexually. You don't have the hunting drive and
you are less likely to get hunted." (How true.)
8-19-85
(Noon) Well I crashed at nine last nite and I am feeling better today.
Another thing I thought about Friday nite was that I am going to have to love myself before anyone else will.
(7pm) One reason for moving is that I am really weary of poverty. (So much of life is closed off by it! (There are a lot of neat parts of life that are free or cheap, but a lot of the social parts require money. (e.g., meeting and dating women.))) (If there is any hope that, in time, I will make some money from my writing, it’s worth the sacrifice now though! (But, if there is no hope, I should move and start spending more hours on accounting and forget the writing.)) (This job here pays lousy, but it’s undemanding and I have lots of time and energy to pour into studies and writing.)
(10pm) Quiet nite of reading.
8-21-85
(3pm) Back to poetry land: