"He's creepy and he smells like flea-collar!"--Weeds
Dreamed of realizing I was late for opera rehearsal; the song "Wait Till the Sun Shines, Nellie."
Dinner was hash.
The family went to my choir's second Lucia di Lamermoor performance. They all liked it.
Journalist Peter Newman came by again to buy another book. (Mother says he's like Father.)
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