I am going to try to write at least a half-hour per day to practice my writing, even if it’s just writing in the journal everyday. And if I skip, I can’t make it up to keep from falling behind — I never will.
[My college-radio jazz] show went well today — I only talked 4 times. I just didn’t feel a need to talk. When I did, I sounded kinda silly, so I didn’t. Had to let H. into office — that guy is a jerk. He acts like he owns everything.
Had a great idea at lunch — people can’t be different than what they are, so don’t criticize them. There is specific series of events, in most all cases, which has shaped people’s personalities and even their appearance. And since I believe in only limited free will, people really can’t help the way they are. Just a thought in the endless stream of consciousness. Thank god it’s endless.
Before nap, it was cloudy and cold. When I woke up from nap, it was sunny and warmer. Fooled around in p.m., looked at papers, messed with the Colombia catalog and got copies of my favorite artistes. Went with Rob to Copper Country Mall, got fishing license and went to B. Dalton — found nothing interesting but a new edition of Tolkien trade paperbacks.
Sat down after dinner and wrote 5-page paper in response to my … paper I did last fall. It was really fun — the words just flowed from me.
Cleaned room and am going to work on story and finish it, so I can put it away for a few days. I’m not really worried about homework at all tonight— I’m on a higher mission. [From journal of Sun., 25 April 1993]
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