I really must remember to not east so late. I had a mighty sandwich last night: pepperoni, cheese and spiced chicken in half a loaf of bread. It seemed like a good idea at the time but I had some weird dreams. I don't mind weird dreams, infact I dare say I like them but these were those annoying snippets that you don't get much pleasure out of. I wonder where some of the imagery in those dreams comes from because they don't relate to anything I've seen or experienced. Also, I had the charm of having heartburn throughout the night. Age is catching up with me I think.
The night itself was a non-event. I broke my theatre going virginity with a play that was at best substandard. I feel dirty and abused but I have to remember that I didn't pay so I can't complain. All I kept thinking was that I could have been on my Xbox instead of watching that shit. It was good spending the evening with my girlfriend though.
