the lonesome lows don't quite go away overnight

Today:
-- watch something & review for weekly Netflix feature
-- eat, at some point
-- go see Celeste & Jesse Forever, collect self, write review (next week, yo. Gosh, Sheeds. Get your dates straight!)

Saturday:
-- FINISH RARESWAP STORY, FOR GOD'S SAKE
-- announce winners of postcard giveaway (see Tumblr for details)
-- again, consider eating
-- reward self with a movie to review! If feeling gay and romantical, Farewell, My Queen. If feeling homicidal, Killer Joe.

Sunday:
-- prep MYSTERIOUS PROJECT for launch announcement
-- make L. look like Don Draper
-- eat. everything.

Coincidentally, the first dream in a long while that I've remembered upon awaking happened to be THE BEST DREAM EVER.

I was staying at some sort of resort place and generally being my cool-ass self and following Rashida Jones's twitter (@iamrashidajones if you didn't know. So far she's been ADORABLE and slightly anxious and FULL OF TERRIBLE PUNS and I am in SO MUCH LOVE) and realized by a picture she posted that we were in the SAME GENERAL AREA.

Naturally, this set off ELATION and PANIC. 

I'm not sure how exactly it went down, but long story short, SHE WAS RIGHT OVER THERE and despite my nerves, I managed to ask a friend to hold my camera while I approached and asked for a picture. I was predictably A WRECK (when I met Cherie Currie I shook for about an hour) but instead of being annoyed or anything, Rashida was quite lovely, put her arm around me, and ---

my camera went dead. Going the extra mile, Rashida had a phone charge cable nearby and offered to let my camera plug in so we could get a picture. I may have said some inappropriate things in my anxiety, quickly brushing them off "oh, I'm definitely not going to masturbate to this later, what am I talking about" and because this was a dream, Rashida did NOT in fact run screaming.

In fact, picture achieved, she went back to the... cabin? where she was staying and it was only several minutes later (I may have been shaking and crying and flailing in a way that should never happen in public, even in a dream) that I realized that she had LEFT HER CHARGE CABLE IN MY POSSESSION.  Was this a secret ruse for us to meet again, somewhat akin to leaving behind a purse or piece of jewelry? Naturally, I had to return the VALUABLE PHONE CHARGE CABLE and come to her technological rescue (as she had come to mine). 

For some reason, I waited until night to do this. Not knowing exactly where she was staying, I walked outside the hotel/resort/thing and shouted "Rashida Jones!" several times (which, in hindsight, was probably a dick move as she was ON VACATION and god forbid other people would give her the kind of attention that I was) until almost giving up and walking back through a park, occasionally saying her name in a slightly elevated tone. 

Out of the darkness, I heard my name: "Marcia!"

It was Rashida! Not only had she REMEMBERED MY NAME, but she was in ADORABLE PAJAMAS and was CAMPING OUTSIDE in an ADORABLE SLEEPING BAG. It was probably a normal sleeping bag but it ENCASED HER BODY and was, therefore, adorable.

I explained that she had forgotten her phone cable, and probably thought that I was a freak for being so obsessed and I totally wasn't staring at her breasts. She laughed, giving me a hug. "You know," she said, "you can touch my boobies if you want." My eyes bugged, I was frozen. Surely... "Joking, joking!" she concluded, smiling wide.

And I can't remember any more of the dream, so I assume that I passed out or died from joy.