29 FEBRUARY, 1984
29 February, 1984
Tomorrow begins solid rehearsing for the showcase. It will be a wonder if I so much as find time to breathe. I hate weeks like this because then I rarely get to see Jack and it seems to remind him how busy and how marginally successful I am compared to him and he tries harder and the band kicks up even more and a gig follows. I love Jack regardless of his financial status and he should know that by now. I wish he would believe me.