Dreamed of a young South African dissident who was exiled to the far east of the country and got drawn into a cult of sexual training.
Went shopping.
Saw an early Ken Burns documentary about the making of the Brooklyn Bridge.
Dinner was rice and chicken and several leftovers.
Rehearsed Die Fledermaus. Women in bustle dresses reduce your room for maneuver! When the curtain comes down on the second act, I'll be the one on stage right making sure it goes smoothly there.
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