Tonight, am going to see Freshwater: A Comedy, Virginia Woolf's only play. If that sounds oxymoronical, well, you can see why I've always been eager to catch it.
There is a dance party later tonight; between the two, somewhere, is Life, one supposes.
Ugh, glutted with cake.
Wore my wool jumpsuit last night on grounds of frigid cold. (Mine was a fraction of the cost because, apparently, no one else wants to look toasty warm or look like Betty Grable in How to Marry a Millionaire!)
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