There's a guy who's been awake since the Second World War
I slept another eight hours last night. I don't feel any better rested, but I have to assume it's good for me. I got up at half past nine for a singing lesson and almost didn't feel someone was unraveling my brain through my eyes. I walked most of the way home from Belmont; spent the afternoon on my boring job. Tonight I proofread half a Greek dialogue and made five honeycakes. I could go for some kind of diaspora trifecta if I translated something in Ladino.

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Insofar as it's mostly Castilian with the usual vocabulary and orthographical differences; I've never studied it formally. I know a few songs, which I always prefer to translate myself.