Dreamed of a zombie movie in which a journalist for a big-city magazine woke up and saw a zombie hovering over him, and didn't have time to use his weapon on it; meeting Gwyneth Paltrow's mother, actress Blythe Danner; wanting to tell her about Spalding Grey's actual monologue where he described starring in a Broadway revival of Our Town, getting bad reviews and hearing the other more experienced actors say "We don't read our reviews"; not having time because I was helping her buy medication.
Father and I finally did the December and January accounts for our online book business. We made over $500 profit in December, much of it from my Ebay comic strip sales, while January was just break-even.
Dinner was pork chops.
Frank turned up at choir practice, now that the by-election campaign where he was the Green candidate is over.
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