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Had horrible dreams last night. Images that still linger involve a déjà-vu futuristic airport terminal (fancy with lots of dark lights and such, but still boring and nothing to do), the idea of me breaking things at my grandparents house because I set too much stuff on the shelf, Doc asking me to do a favour, but not telling me where to go (and me subsequently trying to contact Emily to help), and a general fear that people from the party were still surrounding me in my room wanting to hang out but that I'm sleeping through it.
Ah, yes. Last night was the Theatre Paradok Ball. I wasn't really sure until yesterday evening if I would go or not (or to what extent, since it was formal wear), but I did buck up and put on my dinner jacket with a collared shirt and even, yes, a tie. A tie! A hideous silken noose which I haven't worn since last September when I quit my employment which required it four days a week. General compliments all around. The highlights of the night include: Arriving an hour and a half late, due to music rehearsal, but being almost perfectly in time for any excitement. Being highly impressed by the not-too-rehearsed Paradok Band (feat. Jimmy Lightfoot!). Winning a special Mix CD with original compositions by Jack (who has done all the music to our shows thus far). And being smart enough to recognize that, when the party finally ended at 2 AM, I should not succumb to the will of the people and keep going. I crashed into bed, had those previously mentioned bad dreams, and am only now eating breakfast at about half-noon.
Any minute now a friend of mine is coming over for tea, so I shall leave you be. 'til later...