A couple things. . .

First, I was reading the newspaper earlier, and this made me nearly piss myself.

And the concert business broke the $2 billion barrier for the first time, even as it put fewer fannies in the seats.

Then there's the Elijah dream I had last night.

I was out with Elijah, and we were just sort of walking down the street. We came upon a building with sort of a courtyard in it, with lots of stair cases. There were all sorts of celebrities there, and they were at a meeting of some kind. I was wearing a pink Chanel gown, and Elijah was wearing jeans and a teeshirt. Then, I saw my dad's car in the courtyard, wrapped around a tree. Elijah said he had crashed it, and I got really pissed off, saying that my dad would kill me.

Then, we were trying to leave the courtyard via a pink revolving door, and I trapped Elijah in it. I was trying to get him to admit he was gay and he and Dominic were lovers. He was suddenly wearing a kilt, but it wasn't really a real kilt, and he had black tartan trousers on under it. It looked quite sexy, actually.

Weird.

Help.

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So, yeah.