Wednesday, January 20, 1982
Why why why?
It was a faceless day, the Watermouth trip overshadowing my every move, thought, and plan. The NUR guards are planning unofficial action at King’s Cross on Friday, which is my destination, so things are looking very vague and uncertain. To go or not to go?
At school, everyone is ill, and in the evening my throat (which has been sore) degenerated into a dry crackle. We watched Gregory’s Girl at Film Society, now the third time for me.
I still feel so unsure of myself. Why should I bother about my public image? Why why why?