I got a role on the Stargate TV series. They want me for one day of filming (I do have speaking role), but they don’t know what date. The best they can do right now is somewhere between the 17th and 27th. That could screw up my Birthday Auction or the Chilliwack show on the 25th. Pray for me.
When I’m not being subjected to stress, I sleep well and usually don’t remember my dreams. Recently I’ve been remembering tons of dreams, most not worth transcribing (although recently I dreamt that I had created a sexy android to do my whim, who was so lifelike that she even critiqued my performance - I had another one that involved an extremely hairy baby - like sasquatch only sparser and more disturbing), and sleeping poorly. Of course my perennial problem of preferring to stay up watching movies and writing blog entries rather than going to bed doesn’t help, but it’s safe to say that the whole eviction thing is really the culprit here. Stress ruins my sleep. This is why when I book plane flights I try to book them very late at night - if they’re during the day I usually don’t even get to sleep, I’m in such a state. I guess I inherit my worry from my Ma.