Friday, December 3, 1982
Work begins after midnight. Stu rises at three in the morning after sleeping twelve hours. I've just had a visit. Picture this: as I sit at my table that's strewn with Plath and papers, books, a harsh Banshees riff in the background, and the door opens. Alex, with his hair freshly braided, and Derek and another friend (the latter with a look of feminine humour in his liquid eyes and lips) immediately start talking about Luis Buñuel and his eye-slitting film.
Stu, Pete and Shelley are supposedly making me some coffee.
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I finally got my essay on Plath completed early this morning and I went with Stu and Pete to hand it in at nine and then to bed. Slept for quite a while, until about eight or so.