Holy shit, I'm tired...

The Morrissey concert was AWESOME!!! Hearing Everyday is Like Sunday live? I can die happy now. Hee, does he always rip his shirt off in the middle of a performance or was it just because the humidity was like 110% outside? While I find his kick-ass vocals and heart-wrenching lyrics to be dead smexy, I didn't need to see him semi-nekkid. Although he looks great for a 48-year-old man. ^_________^

And speaking of heart-wrenching, one of the things the Dreaded Ex and I shared was a great love of Moz, so of course last night when I finally stumbled off to bed, I had a long meandering dream about him, his fiancée (never saw her, I don't know if he is actually engaged or married or what IRL), and her "family." What the Hell. It was painful and funny and filled with an array of boozy, drug-addled characters that apparently live in my imagination. The hardest thing was to just sit and watch as he begged my forgiveness and got me to come back to him, only to promptly betray me once again. I was so pissed at myself. I also had a baby in this dream, but it wasn't his. The fiancée's family thought it was his and were doing everything in their power to take my baby. Scary and also WTF. Eh?!

Okay, off to actually do things. Maybe.