It’s Saturday. Usually I would take a shower, but I decided not to. I didn’t do anything to warrant a shower. I used the nail clipper only.

Somehow I felt depressed. The thought of cutting everyone loose flashed through my mind. I won’t be able to follow through because I’m such a coward I didn’t do much, but read. I went to sleep around nine o’clock. I didn’t want to deal with anything. I didn’t even write until 1/19.