"Hali-what?"
"Bad breath to you."
"Same to you too!"
--Sabotage
"I guess putting my fist in your face didn't get the message through."
"No, it did, I swear!... What was it again?"
--Dirty Sexy Money
Dreamed of walking from my hometown Sackville, N.B., east to Aulac, N.B., to catch a train (the train actually stops in Sackville, not Aulac); falling into a river and getting delayed; catching the train with John just before it left; being about to fly to London for more Ph.D. dissertation research; telling father I was quitting the dissertation because I'd spent too many years on it already and didn't know what more to do. (I actually finished it in 2009.)
Baked raisin bread. Then I baked gingergread to sell at the opera.
Dinner was spaghetti.
Saw the DVD of Hitchcock's Sabotage (based on Joseph Conrad's The Secret Agent). A good old-fashioned nail-biter.
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