Dreamed of a non-existent Classics Illustrated comic book from the 1950s, of a contemporary novel set in the postwar South that became a Coen Brothers movie.
Dinner was chicken divan.
Performed Die Fledermaus. Everyone's been talking about how good I was in the master class. (Giuseppe told Barbara my singing was "passionate.") Renee's Orlovsky wig almost came off at one point, which reminded me of a similar moment on The Red Skelton Show, in an episode with a Three Musketeers spoof.
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