dreams

I dreamed of Wesley toting some boxes and wearing a thin silk shirt, and down the back of the shirt was one of those lines of sweat from the exertion, which made the shirt cling to his skin. I'm not sure what the context for that was, but who cares.

Also dreamed that I had a Ghost of the Robot CD and was listening to it for the first time. It had a thrash-metal sort of sound. I made the comment, "You know, this is pretty good." Somehow I don't think that's true to life.

Mrmmmphhhh. I have a hangover. I need some sweet, soothing, medicinal porn this morning.