We went to a dull party tonight at Penny and Shawn’s, on Jubilee Street. Most of the people there were in togas, a wacky lot, getting drunk and stoned. I drank a little wine and felt quite light headed but spent the rest of the evening shunning the talk. Barry rushed to and fro engaging people in inane and insincere conversation, so much so that Lee and I nicknamed him Dice Man on account of his many faces.
I talked briefly with Shelley: I’m not the same person of Wollstonecraft Hall, a lifetime ago. It seems a million years. So I held back and felt reserved and uncommunicative. It’s like we have nothing in common anymore.
I walked home and it’s four a.m. and I’m going to bed!
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