Dreamed of meeting sex advice columnist Dan Savage (whom I read online).
Dinner was fish.
Performed Die Fledermaus. I'm not feeling well, so I told them I'd miss Madama Butterfly tomorrow and focus on being rested enough for Fledermaus Sunday. (I can't miss that one because I do a couple of dances with partners, but I can miss Butterfly.)
Baked white bread overnight.
Lay awake for quite a while.
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