Saturday, June 27, 1981
Lee came on his bike and at eleven or so we set off for the school tennis courts again where we met Wiechec. I played him and lost 5-7, played Lee and won 6-4, and finally Andy again and lost 1-6. It was thundery and ominous with bulging grey mammatus clouds low overhead. We ended up at my house listening to records and sitting around feeling bored.
The rest of the day idled away doing nothing. I didn’t feel as bad as yesterday but still got occasional twinges of mopiness over school. . . .