February 25
by Amy
Coleman dropped by my pad today to remind me that the draft is still going on. I told him something to the effect of “no shit.” He asked me what I was working on. I told him that I’m still tracking the Spock trial, as always. I decided not to tell him anything else. I’m not being paranoid. I just have to remember that he’s a journalist. Even though he’s sympathetic, I can’t go blabbing all of our plans.
I decided not to worry too much about anything. Lately I’ve been so stressed that I wake up in the morning with clenched teeth. Not good. Every time I pick up the news, it gets worse. Sometimes I don’t blame people for not wanting to hear about the war; not wanting any part of it. I understand it. Sometimes I don’t want to hear about it either.
