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Movement class today. It was a bit larger than it has been. Two new people were in attendance. The class went well although it seemed to pass quickly for some reason.

Dreamed last night but can't recall the details. I remember something about being in a house and looking out at another place. I was shooting wads of paper out the window and through the curtains on the other house. The paper wads were smashing through a set of shades that were pulled down on the windows. But, nothing more than that.

Watched an old movie Chan is Missing. It was a quirky film made in SF about a mystery man that is being chased by a couple of his business partners. The film was very low budget, but was done well. It was done in B&W and has some interesting camera shots throughout. I don't think I ever saw the whole thing from start to finish. Some scenes looked really familiar, but I don't know where I saw them.

Acupressure, lunch and a movie are on tap for tomorrow. In the books I picked up yesterday, I got a set of stories by a Brazilian Rubem Fonseca. His stories are dark and lurid--yet difficult to set aside. Only some of his writings have been translated into English--the PA library has just two of his books. Saramago on the other hand has 13 titles on the shelves.