Sunday, December 16, 1984

I washed and dried two loads of laundry.

I filled in the new growth of my acrylic nails and polished them, took a bath, shaved the few straggling hairs that were beginning to reappear after waxing my legs, and went out.

I was hunting for a restaurant to eat dinner at, when an old friend flagged down my car. We ended up eating dinner together, had a couple of drinks at a local pub, visited his cousin and then went to my house. He left about 1:30AM after a thoroughly delightful evening. He invited me to Christmas dinner at his Mom's house, and I intend to go. He works the night shift at a local unionized grocery store. I remember a few years ago, when the grocers employees voted to work four shifts instead of five to prevent layoffs. Naturally it was a cut in pay, but they all still had jobs.