Dreamed of a Japanese official discussing Holland's less than absolute monarchy with me; my mentioning that for centuries Dutch kings weren't called kings but stadholders; the Expo '67 song "Ca-Na-Da"; getting into a quarrel with Father and yelling "Fuck you!"; waking up at that moment and saying it out loud.
Sinus trouble (no doubt due to the remnants of Hurricane Rita).
Dinner was spaghetti.
Started reading Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes.
That Croatian bought two more packages on Ebay: The Heart of Juliet Jones and Apartment 3G.
At choir practice there were a couple of songs where the rest of the basses and I were singing completely differently. (But I think I was the one who was right.)
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