October 25, 1982
/Haven’t written in a month—that’s typical. It seems like longer. I’ve had a cast on for three weeks because I broke my hand punching a wall in my bedroom. I can’t go thru the last month, so I’ll just do the recent stuff. Quadrophenia, the movie, this weekend, at Kent. It was good as a movie, but lost so much from the album, for me. I thought there should be more music. I had a great time in Kent. Went to see three hardcore bands in Akron. Great [apparently nodding off]. I had the greatest conversation with Nancy, tonight, about all kinds of things [apparently nodding off]. Asleep.