Dreamed of a Democrat convention to nominate a presidential candidate dissolving into acrimonious factionalism; a non-existent TV thriller series about a guy carrying an object full of incriminating information, being chased by ruthless government operatives.
Went to the Tibetan demonstration at the Chinese Consulate-General. I didn't know there were that many Tibetans in Canada! (I heard about the event on Facebook from Cheri di Novo, whom I think I saw there--she was the only blonde.)
Then I went to see my shrink Dr. Hassan, who says I'm his hero(?).
Dinner was sausage and mashed potatoes.
Went to the master class. Henry sang Gounod's "Ave Maria" just before I sang "Le Veau d'Or" from Faust, and I quipped "From Gounod's heaven to Gounod's hell!"
Moira said I shouldn't read Anne of Windy Poplars on the bus late at night lest I get attacked, which led to a spat. (Is she afraid they'll think I'm gay?)
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