Dreamed of looking for adjectives to describe Pat Buchanan and choosing nasty, aggressive and mean; a Superman story where he got caught alone with a woman and the law required him to marry her...
Got my hair cut.
Dinner was the last of the turkey pie.
Set up the new computer's printer.
Stayed up late starting a translation of Fukurou Castle, the Japanese book Puitak gave me. (I think "fukurou" means owl.) Why am I so often starting things I don't seem likely to finish?
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