Friday, May 11, 1984

Rob stopped by last night after I got home from work. We saw six "Cadillac"-sized wood roaches. They were big enough to ride. They have invaded my kitchen and are hiding beneath my cupboard, next to the garage wall.

I rented my back bedroom to a twenty-two year old man, Steve. He has a girlfriend, who doesn't live far from here.

At work, it seems to me that Kentucky and Illinois have people with a high incidence of illiteracy. Illinoisans are decidedly the rudest people in the Midwest region that we phone. We aren't trying to sell anything and it's a pick-at-random sampling of people. The people from Wisconsin, Ohio, Indiana, Tennessee, Michigan and Iowa seem sane and competent. Four out of the eleven jobs at work I detest, because they deal with the inhabitants of either Kentucky or, worse yet, Illinois.