"If we had sound nostrils our shit ought to stink all the more for being our own"--Michel de Montaigne
Dreamed of feeling a heavy wind; trying to think of a subject for writing a second Ph.D. thesis. (For all the grief with the first one, I wish I could do it again.)
Baked rye bread.
Dinner was the rest of the fettucine alfredo.
Went to a Karaoke Meetup at BarPlus. (It was a farewell party for someone leaving for England.) Among other songs, I sang the "Summer Nights" duet with Anna.
I love me some Farmville! I need a soybeans mastery to plant chickpeas, so now I'm planting that crop everywhere. I miscalculated on my first cranberry crop, so I couldn't harvest it till after getting home from karaoke, three hours after it ripened. But I got to it before it withered so all's well that ends well.
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