"Don't call me brother!"
"OK, sister."
--Lost Horizon
Dreamed of a thriller involving the pursuit of a killer who used computers and murdered someone on a playing field; discussing the Mafia process of getting "made" and mentioning the movie Donnie Brasco; a downtown building's rooftop with some penthouse-type extra floors for parking(?); a crazy fan leaving an actress distraught with a rude suggestion; me throwing him out.
Saw Frank Capra's movie of the James Hilton novel Lost Horizon at the Cinematheque. Precious 1930s escapist kitsch. I had trouble staying awake at times.
Dinner was KFC.
We put on the last performance of Suor Angelica. I returned my scores of both operas to Barbara, but told her I didn't need my $20 deposit back. (Besides easing the company's finances slightly, I've made a bit less work for her.)
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