"I sent you some messages."
"And I ignored them. That's my message to you."
--Mad Men
"You've crossed the line from lubricated into morose"--ibid.
Dreamed of one of the lenses in my glasses being cracked and not fitting in its frame; reflecting on the tragedy of President Ulysses Grant being forced to abandon black civil rights at the end of Reconstruction; the Nik Kershaw song "Wouldn't It Be Good" (which I've never liked).
I've lost my opera screening tickets! (Or rather, Moira misplaced them when she cleared my room without me asking her. I'd known exactly where they were before.)
Dinner was scalloped potatoes and ham.
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