I love the mushroom article I wrote. It reads just fine. I also hope the magazine I’m sending it to also likes it. They can’t ignore the wonderful color photos. They make the whole piece. The psilocybin season is supposed to start sometime soon. (Try saying that three times fast.) It lasts maybe three months. I intend to sock away a whole mess of mushrooms this year. Need to find a good mushroom. Megan has taken two weeks off to hash out some financial issues with Mark. He has moved to Eugene for the time being, staying with his Eastern Fellowship buddies. I don’t like it that Megan is away but as the boyfriend I am in no position to object. We shall see what we shall see. * * * * September 22, 1978 Work these past two weeks has been a total bitch. When Megan is gone, everything falls on me and the pressure is intense. More than ever it becomes clear that Megan, Josie, and me are the only competent workers in the office. We don’t piss the clients off, we do our work, and we actually understand what the fuck is going on.
