June 17, 1979

I am 15, and I live on south prospect st. in BG.

Sunday: Unfortunately, I haven't started Cat and Mouse. I wanted to start it, but it was about midnight, so I had to decide if I would type in my room, which might wake up the baby, or should I type in the basement, where I used to. I took so long in deciding that I got tired and went to sleep before I did anything. My problem is that I get my creative juices flowing at night. I feel ambitious from about 8:30 to midnight.

I've been wondering if I'm writing what's usually written in diaries and journals. Actually I haven't had a chance to talk about my feelings on some important subjects.

My friend Tim D. also keeps a journal, although I think he only writes the major events and thoughts in his life. I use my journal to think aloud on paper. I wonder what Tim puts in his journal. I've known him since 1973 or so, and we've been best friends almost the whole time. He's the only person I really can confide in, and vice versa (as far as I know!) Still, he won't show me his journal, which is totally understandable. I do wonder what he writes in it, because I know we don't tell each other everything.

One thing that has always bugged is the time with Don M.'s magazine. Don has this habit of reading dirty magazines. His favorite is the most disgusting I've ever seen: Hustler. Tim said that he agreed with me on this, but once Don told me that Tim asked for a copy. Now Tim isn't one to lie to me, but he told me the exact opposite. Sometimes I do get the feeling that there are some things that Tim doesn't tell me.

You know what's wrong? I'm hardly saying anything about myself. I'll have to do that next time.