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Logic test this morning. No sweat. Small rehearsal for Martel this afternoon, and I read the script. It will be fun, but I can't help but expect disappointment after such an experience as Bat Boy is currently providing. Papier mache; well, none of us has done any since elementary school, but I think what we've got is going to work. And mama knows where all the stuff we need can be found.

Stephan and I watched Dead Poets' Society. Someone could have warned me it was sad.

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Wow. There was a raccoon in our pool last night. Hmm.

As Stephan said in the car on the way to lunch, everyone should have a psychiatrist. He uses me. I happen to think that friends do a better job than strangers.

Much thanks to the principals of Bat Boy for making my life so much more comprehensible to me.