So, we've got our clothes packed (yes, I have lots, including the Will Kemp outfit that requires the moustache and beard), most of our supplies purchased (groceries tomorrow), the scripts for the party written and printed out, and we even had time to go see Despicable Me yesterday evening, and it's an utterly adorable film, and y'all should see it.
So of course, my brain decides that it's time for night-long nightmares. The worst one was the half-awake one where I was sure someone had come into the apartment, but the one where all my hair was falling out and my scalp was covered with scabs was a close second.
My theory is not that my brain hates me, but that it likes waking Bob up in the middle of the night so he'll put his arm around me. It achieves this by making me moan or talk in my sleep, like the dream recently where I was yelling "Get the FUCK outta here!" to a serial killer, and I was having that usual dream thing where you're almost, but not quite, aware of the fact that you're in sleep paralysis, and it's really hard to speak or do something, so you force yourself harder and harder, and you finally make yourself yell as hard as you can, and you wake Bob up with "mumblemgeeeeraargh fuuu ouut herrrreemunmble".
So to speak. I did wake him up. My brain is sneaky that way. Of course, later that night, I almost kicked him when I was dreaming about kicking an asshole rapier Don down the stairs because he thought he could order me around in my own house, where I was holding an event, and it was three in the fucking MORNING, and he decided that was a perfect time for his musical group to warm up and play their cornets and bombards.
Did I mention that I have very vivid complicated dreams? I think I have.
Anyway. Despicable Me - it's an awesome movie, and made me laugh immoderately and get misty-eyed (not at the same time). I even managed it in 3-D, which I wasn't sure I could, since the last time I went to see a 3-D movie, I got a really bad migraine.
Mind you, the last time I saw a 3-D movie was in 1983, when I went to see Spacehunter: Adventures in the Forbidden Zone, and 3-D was not exactly awesome (neither was the movie, as I recall). It's much better now.
*pause to read imdb movie description* Yeah, that movie pretty much sucked. Fortunately, Buckaroo Banzai came out the next year, so my faith in movies destined for cult status was restored.
(I was at a sci-fi convention in 1983 where they were advertising BB, and I got an awesome Team Banzai headband that they were giving out, but I gave it to a boy I had a mad crush on instead of keeping it. Love makes us do really dumb things.)
Anyway, we're mostly packed and ready to go. I feel quite out of practice for Pennsic. But I know it will be fun.
This may be my last post before Pennsic, so if I don't post again before Friday evening, I'll see you all on the flipside, or maybe even at Pennsic. Don't forget the party!