. . . that I was at school, and I was practicing for a play with a bunch of students and teachers. I was reading for the part of a pig. I guess it was a talking pig because I had a lot of lines. I kept messing them up. I couldn't get anything to come out right. It wasn't that I couldn't memorize them; they were right there in front of me. I just couldn't read them.
What do you suppose that means?
Then I woke up, and we went to the beach.
Then we came home, and I lost 8 pounds - thanks to a much needed haircut from Robin.