Got up at 11:17.
Dreamed of Meadow Soprano and her friends forming a crew; being in a car speeding down a hill (in neutral gear?) into the quarry near our Sackville home.
Dinner was toad in the hole.
Dawn taught a swing lesson, including Cuban motion and the flirtation. Afterward I gave Cynthia the monologue test. I said "There'll be a test on Tuesday" as a joke, but she took me seriously!
The first issue of our new Atlantic Monthly subscription arrived today. (I read it mostly for Christopher Hitchens--certainly not for Michael Kelly's commentaries.) It was April already, but we hadn't got March yet, so I went out and got it at the drugstore! I also got a People fashion extra for Puitak.
Saw part of Nick Broomfield's documentary Fetishes. It's a strange world. (Was that Bettie Page in the B&W footage?)
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