November 1, 1982
/Can’t recall feeling worse than this, ever. Woke up, weird dreams, nothing resolved. Uhhh. Haven’t talked to Nancy in days. Is it me, her, or both? Just an understanding? It’s so sad. I’ve got midterms today, don’t know shit. Probably flunk or drop class. Paper due. Screenplay due. I’m so behind. One thing I was optimistic about, Garbage Memo. Looked at it last night. Is it shit? Help. I feel like staying in bed all day, sleep or drink whiskey. I know it will all be worse then, later. I guess I should save what I have and move ahead. I’ve got so much. All this won’t mean shit in two months. Except for Nancy, of course, but that I can’t control or something. Boy, I’m confused.