Child: "Psychiatrists are easy to fool"--Mad Men
Dreamed of reflecting that the expression "One of the two or three most" bugs me. (You could just as well say "one of the three most" or "one of the most.")
Dinner was the rest of the lasagna.
Went to Mary's games night. I played Alhambra and Say Anything.
The internet connection is off!
"I'm not the solution to your problems. I'm another problem"--Mad Men
"I don't want to believe it."
"So don't."
--Weeds
Dreamed of visiting a public library in Brooklyn.
Dinner was lasagna.
Young son: "Stop pretending to be a mother!"--Weeds
"Less talk, more eat!"--ibid.
Dreamed of a western about a woman successfully investing in mines; a non-existent article in The New Yorker about the Unsinkable Molly Brown's husband (who didn't really reunite with her after the Titanic sinking--the musical ended with an audience-pleasing lie!).
Went shopping.
We ate out at Red Lobster, and Donald came with us.
Headache!
"I'll take the train--water doesn't agree with me!"
--She Done Him Wrong
"One of the finest women who ever walked the streets!"--ibid.
"He's the kind of man a woman has to marry to get rid of!"--ibid.
Dreamed of reflecting that the neoliberal magazine The New Republic isn't worth the worms to eat it!
Baked multigrain bread.
Dinner was ham quiche.
Went to the Toronto City Opera board's annual meeting (for the first time) at Barbara's house in the Annex. We managed to make a profit! Seems that our ticket sales vary with the size of the chorus. [A big chorus means lots of friends and relatives coming to see the show.]
Saw the DVD of the Mae West vehicle She Done Him Wrong (for the second time). I have a feeling some of the off-colour jokes went over my head.
"This country has a religion, and it's business"--Mad Men
Dreamed of taking a music course in a place in the American west; missing a whole morning class because I'd taken a sleeping pill and overslept. [I'd just started taking sleeping pills in real life.]
Went to see Dr. Ang, and after a long wait it turned out that last Monday's tests were unclear. (The heartscan turned out to be negative.)
Dinner was the rest of the scalloped potatoes.
At choir practice we basically just review everything we've learned in Nabucco. (There wasn't much time for learning new stuff.)
"And I ignored them. That's my message to you."
--Mad Men
"You've crossed the line from lubricated into morose"--ibid.
Dreamed of one of the lenses in my glasses being cracked and not fitting in its frame; reflecting on the tragedy of President Ulysses Grant being forced to abandon black civil rights at the end of Reconstruction; the Nik Kershaw song "Wouldn't It Be Good" (which I've never liked).
I've lost my opera screening tickets! (Or rather, Moira misplaced them when she cleared my room without me asking her. I'd known exactly where they were before.)
Dinner was scalloped potatoes and ham.
Dreamed of the song "Beyond the Sea."
I've started using sleeping pills again.
Went on an art walk on Queen Street. We met at Analogue Gallery, where some actors performing in The 21st Annual Puttnam County Spelling Bee did a number for us. (They also did an audience participation thing, and I spelled the whaling slang word "caterjunes" correctly.) I left the walk early.
Dinner was spaghettini.
Had a games night with Nepeta's Fun & Boardgames group. (She's off meetup.com now.) We played The Amazeing Labyrinth, Ticket to Ride and a new Scrabble-like card game called Do I Have to Spell It Out For You? (It was pretty fun.)
