Got up at 9:54.
Dreamed of seeing a color(!) photograph of Anne of Avonlea character Davy Keith (looking like a present-day kid) in a bicycle race [that's a still of the character in the TV series The Road to Avonlea up top]; reading of a "real life" woman who reminded me of July's wife Peach in Lonesome Dove.
Another dance lesson. Afterward I recited my Bethune monologue for Cynthia.
I've been having a problem with diarrhea so I switched to lactose-free milk for a while.
Dinner was halibut.
In the drama class I did an exercise where I delivered my Bethune monologue to a group of underground conspirators, with quiet furtiveness. It was very useful.
Then Zita and I worked on a scene from Barefoot in the Park, playing a newlywed couple having their first quarrel. When we performed our scenes, they were full of bloopers. Tijuana said I have natural comic timing. [Zita was a Hungarian-born model taking the acting course to improve her English!]
Visited the new karaoke place near our house. Hardly anyone was singing. I sang "Can't Help Falling in Love," Hey, Jude" and "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head."
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