At a little after 2PM, we arrived at the salon and I flipped through the men's styles book. Eventually I decided on a cut with about two inches on top of my head, a sort of spiked with gel/still sticking up without it look. And then the stylist cut it all off. As I was sitting in the chair and seeing stands of five inch long hair falling on the cape, I was pretty nervous, but by the time she was finished, I was really happy with it. I think it looks a lot better and so does everyone else.
March 26, 1996
Saturday night, Larry and I had dinner with Don, Vish, & some of their friends at the Frank & Musso Grille. When Larry and I got home, he found a message from Frank saying that he'd gone to a dinner party but that if he decided to go out, he'd call. A while later, I told Larry that I needed some junk food and went to the grocery, but while I was there, I could barely think. I felt as though my eyes were going to pop out of my head. I didn't have a headache, but it was like my mind had shut itself off. I fleetingly thought it had something to do with neither the red headed waiter nor Frank calling back to go out with me, but I hadn't been dwelling on the fact.
I got back to the house and told Larry that I needed to sleep. I went downstairs and got in the bed, figuring my "spell" would be cleared by the morning. It was only 10PM, though, so Larry came down to see what was wrong. After a while of silent thinking, I started crying and told him that I was lonely. I told him that I'm the type of guy who needs someone to revolve my world around. I need someone close. He told me that I needed to be self-sufficient, that I needed to be happy without anyone else. I don't want to be happy without anyone else. I'm happy when I make someone else happy. I mean, it's not like I sit around moping all the time, but there is a part of me that almost constantly longs for someone to spend my days and nights with.
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