ever since charles nelson reilly died, the world is not enough. so i had this dream see. i'm in a college classroom and charles, i mean mr. nelson reilly, is a special guest because it's a theater related class and he is (was in real life but is in the dream) a theater g-ddess. after his presentation, he and i are milling around this table full of crappy snacks and he's talking to me like he's met me before which i just go with even though i don't remember it and he says there's a guy i know in london who would be perfect for you and i'm going to set you up with him in a month. i'll fly you out and everything.
i knew mr. nelson reilly wouldn't live that long and i was torn between telling him he should set me up sooner because i selfishly wanted to meet that guy because madonna once asked me do you believe in love and i said yes really quick before she could say well i've got something to say about it and it goes something like this. torn between telling him because knowing he was going to die in short order might ruin his remaining time. torn between that and not telling him, which would mean i'd never get set up with the guy in london.
it's only after the fact of this dream that i realized what i should have said to mr. nelson reilly is that he specify in his will that i am to be set up with mr. so and so smart, funny, sensitive hunk on such and such a day in london. so that didn't work out.
hey did you know that people say confidence and power are sexy? i'm so screwed.