Mother to daughter: "You don't kiss boys, boys kiss you"--Mad Men
Greeting a neighbour: "What are you drinking?"--ibid.
Dreamed of an American warship in the War of 1812 being sunk by a torpedo fired from an anachronistic harpoon gun.
Went to a Games Meetup at Jeffrey's place. We played Ticket to Ride, then a new game called Cleopatra, where we were architects working on Cleopatra's palace. I narrowly escaped being executed for corruption and managed to finish second, despite forgetting to use my wild cards.
Dinner was ham.
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