June 28, 1982 – Late

This is funny. It is worthless to write about except that I could later see how silly it is. Sure, I am serious, and worried, scared, but everything goes one way and then another so much, by a phone-call or just my personal mood. It’s ridiculous. I must just not worry and be lighter about it.

This morning a big thing happened… I developed a new personal philosophy. I decided that it’s stupid to think about the future, and that what I could get (magically of courses) all of a sudden like… (too tired to think)—