June 23, 1982 – Late.

I woke up this morning and I felt like all the shit of the world hit me. My hip still is fucked up and this new disease (probably scabies) itches all over. I felt sick from all the cigarettes and potato chips from the night before. I got ready for work. Sleeping had been peaceful, once I got to sleep. I had no bad dreams. Once I woke up, the reality of me and Nancy not getting along hit me. I did not let it ruin my day. I had a good time at work. I talked to some old guy who had broken his legs falling off of a tractor while farming his land. He told me I should appreciate my health. He is right.

I went to get my new driver’s license picture and wore a black bandana around my neck. I went to a movie, Marx Brothers, Duck Soup, with Brian. It was funny, and a fun thing to do.

Nancy called from work. This made me happy. We were able to talk a little bit. She said she wrote me a letter but would not give I to me unless she rewrote it. She said she would stop over briefly after work, at ten. She called and said she was not coming over, but going to Crazy Mama’s, probably. I was disappointed. I called back 45 minutes later. She was still at home. We talked civilly for a while. She said we could meet after she gets off work tomorrow. I hope so. I don’t know how to react now, or what is the right thing to do.