November 2, 1982 – 8:30 AM
/I think I’ll be writing in here a lot more, just because I want to, and especially because I’ll be talking to Nancy a lot less. You’ve heard this all before, but I have now pretty much decided I’m going to leave town after X-mas or so. Where, I don’t know, but I need a new adventure. San Diego?
I went to Dayton this past weekend, had an amazing time. It’s the second time I’ve gone there with my love problems and found out I’m not the only one with problems. Thus, me and Sean stayed up all night Saturday after a Halloween party, and we sat in the MAIN CAFÉ (a great all-night diner) and drank coffee and tried to figure out the world. You know, it seemed at one point we had really figured out something, or were at least making progress, and then we both realized we were just more confused. We figured the more you try to figure things out, the more you get confused and see how hopeless it is to try. It’s like it’s not logical at all, and things can’t be figured out. I guess if you come to this conclusion and leave it all alone, you are wise, but hell, I keep trying. We also talked about My Dinner with Andre (Sean taped it), and indeed, what a movie.
Hey, when are you excited about going to the doctor? When you’re getting a goddamn cast off! That is this morning, and boy I’m ready for it. It’s been a day short of 5 weeks since I broke my hand, and I’ve had some damn thing on for over a month. We’ll see how soon I’ll do something like that again. Punching a wall. We’ll see. Am I getting worse or better? Oh, it’s some damn beautiful “summer/spring” day and it’s depressing. I can’t enjoy the day if I’m not with Nancy. I really have a long way to go, yet. Oh, well, we’ll see.