Got up at 11:05.
Dreamed of travelling on a bus that was also a ship; arriving in New York City on the way to Canada; travelling on a plane; a guy I knew slightly in school called Craig Sears. [He got killed in a motorcycle accident at age 20 or so.]
Dinner was roast chicken.
Translated almost two pages of Wandering Youth in just a day. I'm over halfway through the second chapter.
The dance studio had a '70s night. Dawn, tall to begin with, had a big Pam Grier-type Afro. Cynthia and I did our salsa routine and it went over pretty well. The parents came to see it but didn't stay long. (They cased the neighbourhood in the afternoon.) Davis taught a group class in hustle. Arman did his Travolta line dance. I wore my dress pants and noticed they're getting looser.
Just five pages left before typing out the January entries of this diary.
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