Got up at 10:03.
Dreamed of walking near the United church in my hometown Sackville; the movie Bay of Love and Sorrows; reading a letter to the editor that praised the coming Iraq war but worried about the Kurds' fate, and thinking "The Americans don't give a &%#$ about the Kurds!"; telling Moira about the Salon article about Canadian writer Elizabeth Smart.
Things were noisy here this morning because of our visitors. It was hard to think straight, but they left in the afternoon.
Another dance lesson. Cynthia and I got our salsa routine ready for Friday.
Dinner was lasagna.
At the drama course, we were playing blindfold games like Hunter & Prey, and throwing around a whole group of objects. We also sang the "Gentle Robin" canon again, this time with a bass line.
Then we took random lines from a single play (Top Girls). First we made them into dialogues: Ryan and I made one called "The Adventures of Nit and Wit." Then we did monologues: mine was of a theatre director trying to comfort an actress who had to quit his play because she couldn't work with the leading lady.
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