Friday, July 25, 1975 In which I think about the passing of time.

Jeremy is down playing pool with Mark Olson. This is probably the first time we've been apart long enough for me to write a lot.

Trouble is is that I haven't much to write.

The time has gone fast. I guess I knew it would -- I remember that I once had a philosiphy that time goes on no matter what the instance or feeling.

Note:
I think my philosophy was more like, time goes on at the same pace, no matter the instance or feeling.