I decided to tell both Emily and Nellie about my moving. They were happy for me, yet sad.

When I asked Nervous to get me boxes, he got a major case of the shakes. The guy’s so hooked on me that it isn’t funny. I’ll be damned if I write to him or let him visit me. He’s gonna have to go out and get the woman he says he can get. Yeah, but what kind of a woman? What kind of decent woman is he going to get or keep? He’s a little shithead who lives on nothing but fantasies and does nothing but deny reality, his problems, and his shitty attitude. He’s just a little boy who’ll never grow up, but that’s his problem.

The nervous fucking bastard, who I never should’ve told to call me, is calling at 2:00, but I may be asleep. He said he called 4 times last night. Is that desperate or what? It’s funny just how long he hangs on the phone when I’m on the other line.