Monday, December 28th, 1970
Listening to Procol Harum. A bit cheap, yes, but I like them anyway.
If I have anything to “say” tonight (a bit drunk) it is probably just this: to like all you can when you can.
Or, don’t think about things too much.
I don’t know who I think I am, giving you this advice. Actually, when I “talk” to you I am really talking to myself (mostly) but I guess I wouldn’t be writing it down if I didn’t think that — that you might want to know what is going through my head too.
No, the truth of the matter is that I want you to know.