Last night I got home at
Sunday, October 13, 1991
Tuesday, October 08, 1991
I hoped I would never have to write this. I probably should keep this to myself, therefore, if I write it here, I won’t write it to someone else. I’m not real sure about Darren’s roommate, Mark. This will sound dumb, but he seems to be spending a lot of time with Tom. They have only been doing things for two days, but I’m still uncomfortable with it. I was happy with the triangle of Darren, Tom, and I. Thinking about it since I’m writing, Tom may have felt like the odd man out. I don’t intentionally push people out of the way, but I’ve known Darren for four years. Just when I thought we had added someone new, he brings someone in. Does this all make sense? Mark’s been in here. He sat on my bed. I don’t ever sit on people’s beds without their permission. I had the opportunity to sit on his last night, but I didn’t. This is just one example of how he bothers me. It is small, but small things bother me most. He criticizes my stereo system, declares he’s got a better TV, stuff like that. It really rubs me the wrong way. Well, I hope I’ve prevented myself from writing one of those letters that says nothing is going right. Other than that, everything is.
Monday, October 07, 1991
I got to home this past weekend. Well, not really, this was the weekend for our Mohican weekend. I got to see my family again. Everyone is doing well. The Bearcats won on Saturday. We played

