~16 part 1

Jan. 4, 1986

This year sure has started out strange. So far, the high point is Drue. I've never had this big of an infatuation with anyone before. I gave her a book of poetry I'd written. 150 poems written in two weeks. She appreciated it, but she's still driving me nuts. She's so blind to what's going on. I called her around 10:30 today, she was quite busy and said she'd call back, of course she didn't. It's now 12:11. I know she won't. Drue Drue Drue. I eat sleep and breathe that name. I wonder if this infatuation will die down any.