I dreamed last night that I had a friend who was psychic and had seen the "end of our planet" coming but had been not saying anything about it because it was stressing him out. I asked him if there was something I could do to avoid being killed, and he said, Yes: "kiss me until it's passed." So I sat there smooching him for dear life while he died in my arms. Somehow the protective power couldn't extend.
Last night's ballet program wasn't nearly as good as the one Thursday, which just goes to show why Jerome Robbins is a legend and other people ... aren't. Nice time with _la_mysteriuese, though.
Meeting at 9 sharp at work, so off I go.