"And it was worse than that. It was as if he'd said, 'No, don't kill me, I'm frightened; kill my mother instead; she doesn't matter, I don't love her,' and as if she'd heard him say it, and pretended she hadn't so as to spare his feelings, and offered herself in his place anyway because of her love for him. He felt as bad as that. There was nothing worse to feel"--The Amber Spyglass
Dreamed of performing the West Side Story number "When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way."
Dinner was chicken curry.
At the choir we did the new songs "Bethlehem Wind" and (gak!) "White Christmas."
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