We finally did the year-end accounts for our online used book business. There was a profit of just over $3000, as good as our first year.
Father wrote me a cheque for half of that (the rest goes to Moira) and I went to the bank and paid off most of my Visa debt. Then I bought Palafer iron pills.
Dinner was spaghetti.
Performed Rigoletto. This time I felt sleepy. The parents saw it and also enjoyed it. The misty lighting reminded Mother of the seacoast.
Wrote a first draft of the email I'll be sending to McClelland & Stewart publishers asking for a job. [I didn't get it.]
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