3-28-93
(11am) I finally caught up on my writing.
My psychological condition is continuing to deteriorate.
I have been escaping into sleep. (In part it’s this cold that has me down; but mostly I am just not able to cope with the waking world.)
As if I wasn’t already paranoid enough, it sounds like Bryan has another experiment going.
(1pm) Well tis time for laundry.
(4pm) My sister called and bs’d awhile. (Her hand is recovering from the carpal tunnel operation.)-(She is going to have the other one done in May.) (Right now she is thinking about becoming an archeologist. (That is an interesting field!))-(Tis neat she is getting into school!)
3-30-93
(5pm) I am pretty paranoid! (Hopefully my imagination is just getting away from me!)
I found out that fellow who asked to use the phone isn’t a cop. (He trains dogs to find drugs for them.)
This situation has caused my phobias to become much worse! (Just try to ride it out!)
4-2-93
(5pm) Bryan left a note saying he is going to take a road trip until the 12th. (No indication of where he is off to or with whom. (Oh well, he is 18 and has his own life. (At least he left a note.))) (I am overdue for a break from the bullshit!)
4-4-93
(5pm) Carrie called and bs’d awhile. (The boys had a good birthday.) (She has to give up the little coffee she has been drinking because of the hepatitis.)
I cleaned house today. (The vacuum is broke, so I focused on other things.)
4-5-93
(8pm) Jim stopped by and dropped off his tax stuff. (We had a situation recently where a guy with a bat attacked four cops and they started pumping rounds into him. Jim says he was the first medic on the scene. (He says it’s amazing the fellow lived.))
Charlotte called after Jim left looking for him. (She sounded ok.)