"God! A 'No sir, prefer prison.' A dog"--headline of the Salon review of Todd Solondz' movie Palindromes
Dreamed of looking at a surprisingly good picture I'd drawn showing Gomez of The Addams Family being served ham in front of a mural of Charles Manson, but adding an extra detail to the mural and ruining it.
Went shopping.
Father and I found a tape recorder at Radio Shack that (unlike the one I bought previously) will record from a microphone. I also picked up some new underwear.
Sinus headache!
Dinner was fettucine alfredo (which I cooked).
At the Common Room we did another round of the commonality exercise and wrote down our preferences for future activities. (It was our last meeting and the old Charles Street location.)
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