Bimmie's working tonight. I'll go to bed before he comes home.
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_September 14, 1983_ He raved all morning and tromped around. I said,
Shut up or I'll leave and you'll have to eat capsules. He said, I could
eat dog food! Then he wanted to see my diary. I said, No. But he yanked
out all the drawers and found it.