Dreamed of going to a singer's conference and meeting someone who wouldn't leave me alone; driving from Halifax to Sackville in the early hours of Sunday morning the movie version of Starsky and Hutch.
Got up after noon.
Dinner was pork chops.
I was going to see Polanski's Chinatown at the Cinematheque, but didn't feel like it.
Instead we went through our 30 videocassettes to decide which ones had stuff worth saving.
Baked rye bread overnight.
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