Tuesday, June 11, 1991

I’m not going to write too long about Laurie or all the other stuff. I can barely keep my eyes open and have only had three hours of sleep. I had to be up by 7:30 this morning.

So, about Laurie: Kim found out her name and that she was originally from Greenfield. Kim saw her three times or so and had an instant feeling that she was gay, even though she doesn’t look overly butchy. One night, before Kim left the ER, she saw Laurie going home in a wheelchair. Kim told me she was in uniform and had been hurt on duty. She didn’t know how Laurie got hurt but said she would be out of work for a few days.

Right after this discussion, I called 411 and got her number. Although it was 2 AM and my heart was pounding, I thought, “What the fuck?” Of course, I knew I’d never have a fling with her, so I figured I’d just have fun. When she answered, I realized her voice sounded much manlier than I remembered. Her attitude was that of a major butch, too. At first, I asked for a phony name, and at that point, she was nice and told me I had the wrong number, of course. I hung up, and then it hit me that she was fully awake. Second-shift people are usually awake at that time, but I’ll finish the story tomorrow.

I am zonked, so I’m going to listen to music, then crash.

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