I tore up my entry of January 15, 1989. I broke my own rule and wrote when I was mad. Mad is not the right word. I was furious. I was livid with rage. It was a mean, dumb entry, and I knew when I wrote it that I would destroy it later.
There was one part I thought was kind of funny, though. Quoting an ancient prophet, I wrote, “Men are that they might have joy.” Then I injected the following insight: “Ha! That’s probably the whole trouble. Man was meant to have joy… and woman was meant to go through agony to see that he achieved it.” My final sentence in that masterpiece of meanness was important: “I’m not going off my diet over this.” Isn’t that astonishing? Livid with rage, but sticking to my diet.