I need to make a list of the best dreams I've ever had. Most of them are during the summer, so there isn't too much. There's watching Stockard Channing take her shirt off, watching that porno called House of Sand and Fag, making out with Joanna Gleason, eating sunchips with the senior staff from The West Wing - definitely some high points. The one I had this morning - maybe not the best, but still. Brilliant.
William H. Macy was teaching me how to play soccer. Best. Dream. Ever.
He asked me if I wanted help with other sports after that, but I was like "Um, no...acting?" and then he got distracted before I could learn anything. My brain sucks.
"Umney's Last Case" was SO GOOD. He and Jacqueline McKenzie were both awesome, and I just thought it was really well-made. Kind of want to write fic, because it annoys me that he can't console his wife or at least have sex with her. She's like "you suck" and he's like "I know."
That's pretty much the extent of my life right now. Being spoiler-free is a nightmare. On an unrelated note,
_ila_ is awesome (even though she still won't admit that Sarah Clarke is carrying her child).