|Leonard's desk at Monk's House|
L's birthday -- 58? But I open this [diary] to note at the foot of the last pessimistic page, in 2 minutes, the fact that pessimism can be routed by getting into the flow: creative writing. A passage in Bio[graph]y came right. After an incredible empty churning & grinding. Cold tears standing behind my eyes. It came right & I'm floated. So why not, when pessimimist, dandle the brain a little, until it gets into its circuit?
A fine cold day: L's birthday.