Between the Sheets
Am going to have a very busy week due to the fact that I am indeed going Dahn Sarf next week. Or at least, that's the plan. A busy month, in fact, if all is well. Three radio recordings and a possible visit to The Wright Stuff.
Or not, as the thought of going about that makes me Very Very Nervous. I'm already strangely anxious about the possibility of meeting a certain acting someone again this month. Which is silly I know, you'd think I'd be so used to such a moment by now. Silly old shy starstruck me.
In other news, am somewhat worried about what I do in bed when I'm not conscious. Apparently James could hear me talking to the cats or something the other night (we've got thin walls.....I, er, think). When I was asleep. What's really worrying is the fact I was having a rather sauceeeh dream (the details of which evade me now. Yeah, I know), and this is when I seem to be heard by other people. Which leads me to wonder WHAT THE HELL I AM SAYING in such circumstances. Well, apart from the time I apparently bellowed at my Mum, "YOUR PEAS ARE IN THE OTHER ROOM." I don't think that dream was highly erotic, somehow.
I wasn't heard last night, and that's probably because my subconscious was occupying itself with a highly boring dream involving me realising my orange juice was really off. I felt short changed.
Or not, as the thought of going about that makes me Very Very Nervous. I'm already strangely anxious about the possibility of meeting a certain acting someone again this month. Which is silly I know, you'd think I'd be so used to such a moment by now. Silly old shy starstruck me.
In other news, am somewhat worried about what I do in bed when I'm not conscious. Apparently James could hear me talking to the cats or something the other night (we've got thin walls.....I, er, think). When I was asleep. What's really worrying is the fact I was having a rather sauceeeh dream (the details of which evade me now. Yeah, I know), and this is when I seem to be heard by other people. Which leads me to wonder WHAT THE HELL I AM SAYING in such circumstances. Well, apart from the time I apparently bellowed at my Mum, "YOUR PEAS ARE IN THE OTHER ROOM." I don't think that dream was highly erotic, somehow.
I wasn't heard last night, and that's probably because my subconscious was occupying itself with a highly boring dream involving me realising my orange juice was really off. I felt short changed.