14 January 1992, Tuesday.

I eventually got up at 9am, wanting to sleep more, but my bladder disallowing it. I had some breakfast and received a letter from the postman. It was from my Mum, it was great, filled with love and flowing with her constant memory. I went upstairs and wrote a reply, and put it in the same envelope as my completed letter to the whole family. I then started a letter to my cousin Lee, who isn't really a cousin, but that's what we have alway's called each other.
Had a mandi, and at 1pm, caught a little bus to the school and taught two classes until 5pm. They went ok, the second better than the first, I ate at the school, then didn't leave for home until 7pm. Actually, I didn't go home, but instead went to Pabrik Es to see Herun, because we had arranged to go and play pool.
I arrived, but Herun didn't feel up to it, so we chatted on the veranda, I told Herun of some of my experiences in Banjar and got him laughing. Then we went indoors and watched a film. That finished at around 11:30pm, and I went home, even though I had told Aji that I would be home by 10pm. I'm a bad'en.
Got back, Aji was already asleep, so I quietly wrote up these ongoing lines here, and went to sleep at about 12:30am. Salamat mimpi (good dreams).