Nothing short of heaven.
-Yann Martel
"The Life of Pi"
Twenty-five years ago today:
May 30, 1984
Wednesday
Today was an all right kind of day (I guess). I ate lunch with my brother, Tony, and Helen over by Lake Merritt. Helen brought chicken in for all of us.
I went to the ‘Sperm Bank’ after work and was told that I had an “excellent” count last time with 70% mobility. Barbara, the lady who seems to run the place, was impressed.
“Would you be interested in ‘fresh donor’?” Barbara asked.
I gave a puzzled look and then came to learn that ‘fresh donor’ means being on-call when I am needed. I wasn’t thrilled about the idea.
“I’ll think about it and let you know,” I replied.
Once home I went for a bicycle ride. I have not spoken to Chris though I have thought of him quite a bit. I wore his camel suede coat today. I just LOVE it. I got stares galore and compliments, too. I love my suede coat. Every time I think of it I die at the thought of ‘his’ thought of even taking the time to purchase it for me. I am overjoyed. I want to get him something.
I browsed through the SPIEGEL Collector’s Guild catalog and ordered some items from there as well as from International Male’s Undergear catalog.
I watched the KQED auction with Dad for a while. I stayed up once again to watch Joan Rivers on The Tonight Show.
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