September 18, 1998 7:17 p.m.

i met a friend for lunch today. it seems we've been at a point of forced conversation lately, so it was nice to sit and talk about whatever. i'm hoping we manage to get together sometime this weekend. i've missed the company.

i've decided to give my place a complete makeover this weekend. it's gotten to where i hate coming home anymore. really, i walk in the door and i'm forced into this horrible mood, and i can't get rid of it until i leave again. i have to do something. who knows....maybe then the stories will change. i guess that's it for now. c ya.