Woke up with a very very strange dream, involving trying to ring dave h's door bell, and being intercepted by donald trump, pushing me out of the way to use the intercom as a mirror to comb his hair. how dare he invade my subconscious!! despicable!
Theodore was
at verkaufte braut all evening, missing his friends, anna and michelle, dropping off cookies from the abenteuerspielplatz coming by and staying to learn to make a paper crane with us (henry taught them, slowly and patiently!), and have some tea.
japanese tea time
Brian and I watched the Prince and the showgirl in the evening - a laurence olivier movie i had never seen. Brian suggested maybe I hadn't seen it for a "good reason" ... and he was right! it was pretty bad. Simultaneously, neither of us turned it off because it somehow did have some aesthetic entertainment value!
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