10:00 pm

Shit. Work has been grueling. Bernardo told us that he doesn't like the way I've edited the individual tapes. He wants more close-ups and frills. Vale. We can do that if he wants. I'm so tired of work, though. Two more long days and one short one. I talked to Bob yesterday. I think we're both equally excited about this rendezvous. There is just so much that I want to see and do, but we don't have enough time! And I'll feel guilty if I don't work a few days the second week. I want to write to Matt and Eli and others, but I have no time! Angie is really nice. She took me out to dinner last night and is cooking dinner tonight. I haven't been looking for an apartment. I need to soon. With or without Frank. I think the Bloomies are today. I should call. But I'll probably sleep right after dinner! I've been thinking more about my Bed and Breakfast idea. I think it would be fantastic! I really do enjoy meeting travelers. I think Bob and I could do it! Visualize it! Make it real! There really is nothing beyond one's grasp. You just have to be willing to go for it. Damn. I really want to call BHC. They should be preparing for the Bloomies right now. But, I don't think I will. I'm not sure why not. // Okay, so I did just try to call, but got no answer. Didn't leave a message on the machine. I'm not sure why not. Maybe it's best to just go to sleep when I'm in these melancholy listless moods. G'night.