"If I could open a vein and cleanse myself of the half of my blood that's yours, I'd gladly do it"--Big Love
"It's like talking to a fortune cookie!"--ibid.
Dreamed of my grandfather's home in Campbellton, N.B.; seeing Saturday-morning cartoons on TV; trying to turn the set off but finding that the off switch didn't work properly.
Headache.
Dinner was lasagna.
No new music at choir practice.
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