Dreamed of attending a dance class; receiving a dried bay leaf from actor Matthew Broderick, visiting his mother, crushing it in my hand, and delighting her by scattering it in her carpet like tea leaves; hearing of a hostage crisis in an office where I'd just been working, forming a solitary vigil around the building, and crawling away too slowly when the terrorists came out; recalling the actual introduction to the MGM musical movie compilation That's Entertainment, where they said that these movies were the work of more craftsment than they could acknowledge and said, "This film is dedicated to them." (Very classy.)
Baked whole wheat bread.
Finished reading the first seven issues of the comic book The Preacher. Pretty strange.
Saw Yasujiro Ozu's silent Tokyo Chorus with Moira. It tells of a father who loses his job and gets reduced to doing humiliating work for his old teacher, but with redeeming humor.
Read the Classics Illustrated version of The Three Musketeers. It was drawn right at the beginning of the series (the very first issue), and the artwork was pretty lame.
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