I couldn't be bothered to cook yesterday so I concocted another vegetarian thing, and it tasted as dull as it looked. Mind you I didn't have much of an appetite in the first place, so it wasn't the food's fault.
After dinner I watched The Heat's On (1943). It was not one of Mae West's better films, and it was apparently because of this film that she stopped making any more films. Bed at a quarter past nine.
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