This is a bit of an addenda to yesterday's post, in a way. I went sans Sweet Precious I LOVE THEM Miracle Pill last night, and I have noticed that I dream in great detail whenever I don't take one. I'm normally one of those people who never remembers their dreams, if I didn't know that everyone dreams I would swear to you that I don't. So whenever I do remember my dreams, it's always somewhat surprising.
Oh, and entertaining apparently. I swear to you 100% that I am not making this up.
Last night I was at a Spice Girls concert. (Yes, WTF? indeed.) In some sort of unspecified 'official' (non performing) capacity. I don't know, lipgloss wrangler? Who knows. In New Zealand. With an audience largely comprised of school girls, still in their uniforms. Who were given an open mike question and answer session with the girls (as I'm permitted to call them). And they all asked really dullsville questions in thick Kiwi accents.
Oh, and of course Geri and I got along the best.
Sometimes it's fun to be me.