Dreamed of being alone in the Maritimes and hoping to catch a plan in Charlottetown to get home the same day as acting in the play Stalag 17 and repeating William Holden's line when someone touches his bar of soap: "Private property, Bub!"
Went to see Dr. Hassan. Then I bought $23 worth of comics at the nearby store, and they charged me only $50!
We returned the videos and got some new ones at Revue.
Dinner was another turkey pie.
Baked raisin bread.
Saw the Jane Seymour episode of The Six Wives of Henry VIII.
Headache.
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