Ugh. I feel like crap. This time it wasn't from alcohol either. While I did spend a great deal of my day yesterday pretty damned hungover from Friday (it went away when I had a beer with dinner…naturally), I do beleive my current state was caused by paint fumes. I helped Faye paint her new apartment yesterday and became aware, after a few hours in there, that I was high as a kite. I had to go upstairs and lay down on the carpet, and eventually I had to get out of there. But I don't think I got out of there soon enough. When I went to bed last night (at 11:00!) I fell asleep immediately and proceeded to have the WEIRDEST damn dreams. They weren't exactly scary (me putting the moves on Daniel Radcliffe…ok, that's a little scary. But only because of the potential jail time) but there were some definite disturbing parts (some guy running some sort of amusement park scam wherein he lures children into slavery with clowns). I got wise to his scheme and tried to stop him but I got kidnapped as well and even though Wesley from the Buffyverse was there, he could do nothing to help either. When I woke up, I was still trying to escape. It wasn't working. And now I have a really bad sore throat/cough. I only hope Faye is doing OK cos she has to spend all day today painting as well.
Sorry about that dream recount. I've heard people say one of their least favorite things is hearing about other people's dreams. Hopefully that's not the case. I personally love hearing other people's dreams.
ANYWHO, Friday night was Hedwig and it was amazing. Without Goth Girl's presence, it was easily the best theatrical performance I have ever seen. It is so multi-layered. It's hilarious and the songs rock, but it's also a story about feeling lonely and finding peace within yourself. I think we can all relate to that at least a little bit. (Actually, when I describe it like that, it sounds kinda lame…)
Today Dom and I are going to be “all domestic and shit” and go to Ikea and Target. I hate shopping and I don't relish the notion of going to Ikea, but we really need to go. But first I have to get over these damned paint fumes!