"Being a practiced liar doesn't mean you have a powerful imagination. Many good liars have no imagination at all; it's that which gives their lies such wide-eyed conviction"--The Golden Compass
"Money! I hate, loathe, abominate and despise money!" "You also spend it"--Meet Me in St. Louis
Teenage Daughter: "It was really hot on the tennis court!" Mother: "A bit too hot, if you ask me"--suggestive exchange in ibid.
Dreamed of playing the board game Risk; getting lost in a stairwell.
Saw Vincente Minnelli's Meet Me in St. Louis for the second time. (Father drove me down, and first we had to push the car out of the ice.) It's a shrewd, sentimental piece of wartime nostalgia. Judy Garland made it work: this is definitely one of her best performances.
Dinner was spaghetti.
Baked raisin bread.
Saw "Dion Conflict: Trailer Trash" at the Royal. (That's why I missed the opera.) It was a show with about fifty movie trailers, mostly B-movies from the '70s and '80s. It was really funny, and it was over in a flash.
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