Sunday, March 19, 2017

March 18, 2017

Sound of heavy rain on the roof. Had a bad night, war in the darkness, but when I was finally asleep, I woke at least once laughing from dreams which, though I do not remember them, I remember as hilarious.  Saint P’s dinner with DJ at Avenue M.  Terri says that I am a person with whom she could travel. Early to the studio, where I did good work, but that was the end of the good work for the day.

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