"He hated publicity like a bird hates wings"--Her Night of Romance
To a crying schoolmate: "Cheer up--your face is leakin'"--Little Orphan Annie
Dreamed of the shot at the end of Atlantic City showing one building being torn down next to another under construction.
Resumed singing lessons after last week's interruption. I've decided to add a repeat to the last part of the Italian song.
Took a nap in the afternoon.
Dinner was tortellini.
Saw the DVD of the Constance Talmadge silent comedy Her Night of Romance.
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