"Then Aureliano went all out. Giving her some small orphaned kisses in the hollow of her wounded hand, he opened up the most hidden passageways of his heart and drew out an interminable and lacerated intestine, the terrible parasitic animal that had incubated in his martyrdom"--One Hundred Years of Solitude
Crockett: "Is there anything we can do for you?"
Hooker: "Yeah--eat dirt and die!"--Miami Vice
(Was the hooker thinking of a stronger word than "dirt"?)
Didn't get to sleep till almost 04:00!
Dreamed of visiting a community in the Northwest Territories just north of the 60th parallel (the border with Alberta and Saskatchewan).
Got some Cleveland Plain Dealer Sunday comics. (I also picked up some more Prince Valiants and Dick Tracys at The Dragon Lady.)
Dinner was pork chops.
Saw Los Angeles Plays Itself (for the second time), a knowing documentary about the Hollywood image of Los Angeles, at the Royal. Moira came too, but it was so long that she left in the intermission.
Visited the dance studio and met Cynthia again. She gives a tight hug!
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