Sean was just there – as he always seems to be these days. He was tanned and said he liked Key West, though he was vague about what he did there. This sounds stupid, but I keep thinking of Sean and I notice little ways we grow “closer”: today our shoulders touched. . .
Sat Darshan said Dharma Singh is considering studying Eastern medicine in Los Angeles; they’ll consult Yogi Bhajan to see if it’s a good idea. She isn’t crazy about going to Southern California, but “Libby is there and you will be too when you start going on talk shows and making movie deals.”
I decided to splurge $150 on a home computer, so I sent away for the Sinclair ZX81. It’s a little thing that hooks up to a TV set for video display and uses tape cartridges for storage. It comes with a BASIC course and will help introduce me to computers.
At 10 PM, Teresa Defino of the Fort Lauderdale News/Sun-Sentinel called and told me I’d gotten 357 votes – just over 25% of the ballots cast. My words to her, “They won’t have Dick Grayson to kick around anymore. After this defeat, I’m leaving town and moving to Sunrise,” found their way into this morning’s paper.
Peter said Alice’s party was a great success, but because of it, he missed his own appearance on Saturday Night Live. Interviewed on the street about the person whom he hates the most, Peter said Donny Osmond. (He’s glad he resisted the urge to say his mother.)
Since Danny broke up with him, Brad has been a mess. He loved Danny, and though he knew it wouldn’t go on forever, he wasn’t prepared for the call from Danny on his first Thanksgiving home from Dartmouth when Danny told Brad he never wanted to see him again.
Back here at Tom’s, under the influence of Jack Daniels and dope, our talk became cheaper but more eloquent; Mike got quite drunk and provocative, but I enjoyed his company. I like New Orleans and would not mind hanging around here longer.
I feel shy with Sean because I am attracted to him and would like to know if he has a crush on me or if it’s just a coincidence that I keep seeing him all the time. Leaving campus this afternoon, I ran into Sean again as he was about to ride away on his bike, and when he smiled at me, I just melted.
When I got home I saw live photos of the jet crash; it was taking off during a bad snowstorm and went right into the 14th Street Bridge, killing motorists before it fell into the icy Potomac. It was Air Florida flight #90 en route to Tampa and Fort Lauderdale – the exact flight I took last summer.
Dr. Grasso asked me if I flirt with the girls in my class because so many of them have been coming to her asking if there’s another cute young instructor like me. . . As for Maxine, “Maybe she was trying to get an A in your class,” Dad said. By having sex with my little brother?