They had the Wedding in Times Square this morning on GMA. And while it was beautiful, I can’t help feeling a little sorry for the couple. Despite having it all paid for, an amazing looking cake, Russel Watson singing to you, it’s so public. Strangers wishing you well, being pulled from here to there just to get every moment on TV, shouting vows about the New York traffic. But I guess this is why my wedding was in a small chaple with two witnesses, the deacon, and me in a green dress. *smile*
I’m in a good mood, though a lazy mood. I’m not motivated just yet. I slept like the dead. My dream last night involved writing a testimony for a guy I knew (in my dreams at least) who was accused of stealing. It was a long test-like thing, and ppl kept interupting me and I would write really dumb answers. And then I would erase them and do it again. Eugene from The Practice was there. An Asian woman who worked in the lab where I washed test tubes was there. Rocky Hardy was there. This other annoying woman that I don’t know irl was there.
I think I will take some gaming material and go to the library today to work on my campaign. I need to get out here. I’ve been a little stir crazy these days. Hmm… I suppose I should put my Hawiian Nut Beef stuff together to marinate so we can have it tomorrow.