Bart Simpson (writing 100 times on the blackboard): "I am not endearingly saucy."
Dreamed of the Neil Simon Broadway musical They're Playing Our Song (which I've never seen); an episode of the 1970s detective show Cannon where a group of people landed on the moon!
Started reading the learning issue of Lapham's Quarterly.
Went to see my shrink Dr. Hassan. He was pleased about my involvement in the Depressed but Enthusiastic group.
On the way back I stopped at the Maria Shchuka library and borrowed Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath.
Dinner was pork roast.
Finished recording our lines for Franco.
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