Dreamed of complaining that Christopher Hitchens says what the people in power want to hear. (On waking up, I realized that wasn't fair.)
I completely forgot I had an appointment with my shrink Dr. Hassan! Lucky Father was able to drive me there.
Dinner was spaghetti.
Started reading Heinrich Harrer's Seven Years in Tibet.
At opera rehearsal we staged Pagliacci for the first time. At the climax one of the pillars got knocked down! (Kenan was doing a funny dance.)
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