You're In-Shape

[image error] With the intoxication of youth in him...
-Thomas Mann
"Fallen", written in 1894

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 25, 1986
Wednesday

I telephoned the Jobs Hotline last night at 4AM. I'm obsessed with getting into Pac Bell DIRECTORY now. I wrote Carol Ann McClain (the Placement Manager) a cover letter about me. I stressed how much I want to be a part of Pac Bell DIRECTORY.

I telephoned Ron Leoni once again. He was at Billy's this time. He spent the night there. That's one really nice place to stay the night (Morningside Country Club). I think he showed Billy some of our pictures.
I said, "Just don't show him any of the ones in my underwear!"
Ron laughed devilishly.
"You better not!" I shouted.
"I won't…don't worry."

Margaret and I ate at B&M Chinese as usual. I was stuffed from the WAR WONTON soup. Margaret was bitching a lot.
I remember saying, "You know Margaret I started a PHILOSOPHICAL STATEMENTS book."
Margaret asked, "Really?"
"Yes, I write lines, phrases, quotes or sentences that strike me. I think I even wrote something you said to me. If you want…I'll bring in the book tomorrow."
"Yes, yes…I want to see it!"

After work (and believe me I hardly worked because I was only open for calls for two and half hours today) I went to mom's house. I finished my turkey-avocado sandwich and then went home with intentions of going on my evening bike ride. To my dismay my front tire was flat. So I just went to the gym.

While working out at the gym I saw Dave. I was surprised to see him since he'd pulled his hamstring. Mark showed up.
"So where have you been," I asked Mark.
"Oh, I've been sick."
He didn't look too well. He looked rather pale actually.

I also saw Jeanette at the gym. She stopped by me and said her usual, "Hello!"
We shared some small talk.
When Jeanette left she looked me in the eyes and said, "l will see you manana."

I went to mom's house again after my workout. I sliced a couple of watermelon. While slurping I watched the end of an old 1974 Linda Blair movie called BORN INNOCENT.
PHOTO: Actress Linda Blair
[image error] When I left and returned to my pad I received a phone call from Steph Redding. She called me back while I was inserting pictures in my photos album from when Ron was visiting. There are a few really good shots of me (surprisingly).
Steph said, "I have something to tell you."
I acted interested and asked, "Oh, what?"
"I'm marrying an airline pilot from United Airlines."
I laughed silently. She's such a bull shitter. I know it.


Dave made me feel good at the gym tonight.
I said to Dave, "You know…when I leave the gym I feel I've only done eighty-percent of what I could've done."
Dave replied, "That just tells ya that you're in-shape. That's good!"
I smiled and said, "Yeah, right."
Why does my gut feel OOI (Out-Of-It)?


I've been listening to the cassette tapes that Ron Gave me. They're good. I like them. I hate to call Ron now because if he's not there I hate to burden Michael or Billy by asking 'Is Ron there?' I feel stupid. It's as if I'm calling Ron too much.


Judy Geniella, my coworker, wants me to go canoeing and enjoy a BBQ one upcoming weekend in July. I think I'm going to take her up on the invitation. She's only one and a half hours away (Sacramento). She really is okay. Her fifteen year old son, Scott, is cool, too.


Wow, this weekend Johnny Schaefer visits. Next 4th of July I will go to Palm Springs to see Ronald Leoni. The following weekend I may go to Sacramento. Busy…Busy…

We have thousands of things which help us be away from ourselves.
-Thich Nhat Hanh
"Being Peace"