November 18th, 1980 – Tuesday

It snowed last night. Ryan called last night, too. He is such a sweetheart. We always have great conversations. I think he really cares about me, my health, my sanity, and my relationship with Popper. I really love Ryan. He is a beautiful person and a very good friend. I can’t wait to see him over Thanksgiving break. He is so much fun to be with. Popper gets annoyed when Ryan and I crack dirty jokes or say things with underlying sexual meanings. He knows that I had a crush on Ryan in August and that Ryan is attracted to me.


Hmmm – I’ve forgotten what I wanted to say.

Now that Lisa is gone I have the whole room to myself. For awhile (maybe for an hour or two), I thought that I would be real lonely without someone here to bug the shit out of me. But that thought left my mind a long time ago. I really enjoy being alone here, unbothered, listening to my music.

I’ve got so much to say, but so little time and energy to write. I guess I’ll have to remind myself to write about: the room, the city of snow, Craig and Todd. And Matthew too. I hope I get the chance soon, while these thoughts are still fresh in my mind.

“And we were oh oh, so you know
Not the kind to dawdle
Will the things we wrote today
Sound as good tomorrow
We will still be writing
In approaching years
Stifling yawns on Sundays
As the weekends disappear”


I wish my cats were here! I want hugs from them!

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