Sept. 23, 1996

Work was okay today. I went and got mom some ice cream before work. She apologized for the stuff she said last night. She promises it won’t happen again. I wish I could believe that.

I just wrote a poem. It’s kind of a sexy type thing. I can’t decide whether to give it to her or not.

I called Bon while I was at work today and asked her when she wanted me to come over. She said Tuesday morning, but she’d have to cancel on Friday for dinner. Then, she said she’d had plans and forgotten. I said, "Liar. You made plans with James last night while you were on the phone." She said, "Yeah." I was mad because she said that crap about forgetting. She said "I Wasn’t gonna lie." They are going to New Orleans. I HATE the idea for a couple of reasons: 1) James drinks like a fish every time they go out. 2) I am MAD that WE haven’t been to New Orleans in a long time. 3) Who might she met there? I know I should trust her because she’s had every chance to do anything she wants to, and she hasn’t. At least to my knowledge. There’s just a strange fire between us. I really don’t think she wants to be with anyone else. God, I hope I’m right. I’m not gonna say much about it to her. I don’t want to push too hard right now, when things are going better.