Later I dreamed shadowdaddy and I were walking through a cathedral and we walked past Mark Hammill, who was talking about Star Wars to a friend of his. (Of course he still talks about it every day, right?) Then the alarm went off and kept going and going and I really wanted shadowdaddy to turn it off but he couldn't, because in fact it was my answering machine. Oh well, I'm sure 10 AM is a fine time to be getting out of bed.
So ... somehow my schedule for today got completely packed last night due to today being the last day of an art exhibit I've been wanting to see for ... oh, four months. I'm such a dope. I somehow get the feeling I should give up on doing anything Monday or Tuesday evenings if I want to get my project at work done on time. Maybe I'll just stay until it's done on Monday.