Boy, that last entry looks cranky.
But I’ve tried to put that crushing episode out of my memory and I’m concentrating on my Jamaica trip. I’ve got high hopes for it, which is worrying. It surely can’t live up to expectations. Part of these expectations come from the “Don’t say ‘No'” policy I’m working with. I’m planning to finally imbibe alcohol. And it has taken on a mystical quality in my head. With this magic beverage I’ll loosen up, make friends easily, and have adoring women all over me.
Reality will probably having me throwing up all over myself.
I’m leaving in an hour.