"Repent, you sonuvabitch!"--Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid
Dreamed of jumping off a train (between Moncton and Sackville, N.B.) to find Margaret, who'd fallen off; wandering through the woods, seeing animal traps, and getting my jacket collar caught on an electric wire near the train tracks.
At work I spent the whole morning transferring the terminated files. Didn't quite finish it.
I can feel my singing improve! (I'm also enjoying it more.) It's like I've reached a turning point.
Dinner was spaghetti.
Saw the restored version of Sam Peckinpah's western Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid. Pretty strange. (In the last part I had trouble staying awake.)
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