Dreamed of having performed on Saturday Night Live, but not wanting to see my performance; Pauline Kael's The New Yorker review of Daniel suggesting that the supporting cast must have shuddered when they saw their performances; the Little League movie The Bad News Bears; having mucus stuck in my crotch.
I'm most of the way through the sheaf of sign locations at the campaign office.
Fahter and I went to the Geneva Centre picnic. (Stephanie was glad to meet us.) We both had a hamburger.
Went to the Writers Meetup at the Futures Bakery. There were four people there. I read a few of my stories, which they liked. Another one passed her poems around (mostly slight romantic stuff), and a third read an introduction to a spiritualist book she'd written.
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