sleep talking

Patty does not, really, talk in her sleep. Occasionally, if I go to bed after her she'll bitch slightly when I come to bed ("You took so looooong") and not remember it in the morning, but that's about it.

Last night, when I got in bed after staying up to do some work, she giggled in her sleep. After a pause, she giggled again. I figured it would settle down in a moment and I'd tease her about it today.

Then she said, very loudly, "Shaved turtle."

"What?"

"Shaved. Turtle," she explained, as if I was being particularly obtuse.

"Honey, you don't shave turtles," I said, starting to think this whole thing was sounding rather dirty.

She frowned. "Politics," she said. Clearly, I was still being obtuse.

I figured at that point I had two choices: keep questioning her, perhaps futilely, until she made some sense, or do what Jack does in every story where Owen accidentally shoots Ianto with an alien tranquilizer dart (something which happens with amazing frequency), and just suggest some damn sleep instead.

"Okay. You can tell me about it tomorrow. But you should go to sleep now."

"Okay," she said cheerfully, and then was back asleep in a few minutes.

This morning I find out she was dreaming we were discussing James Carville, whose name she could not remember.

"You know," she said, "that guy on CNN who looks like a bug."

my morning

I am writing an article on gay and lesbian adoption (the universe, zie is funny) while emailing with someone about an exciting project (basically, the coolest shit EVAR) I'll be able to talk about soon -- the director needs to know what my voice sounds like, and as I don't do voice over, all I've got is my Face of Boe podfic.

Bwahaah.

woah

I'm apparently in (as a mere listing, of course):

http://www.amazon.com/Theatre-World-61-2004-2005-Softcover/dp/1557837031/
http://www.amazon.com/Theatre-World-60-2003-2004-Paperback/dp/1557836515/
http://www.amazon.com/Best-Plays-Theater-Yearbook-2004-2005/dp/0879103280/
http://www.amazon.com/Best-Plays-Theater-Yearbook-2005-2006/dp/0879103469/


Because of three different shows I was in (Counselor-at-Law, Tiny Dynamite, and Forget Me Not), as far as I can tell. Utterly inconsequential and sort of totally cool, but mainly only because the alphabet is such that in the index I'm always right before David Mamet (a fact which probably only reaches its full level of hilarity for ladypeculiar as she had to live with me while I was going to Atlantic).

sundries

- Window gates coming in tomorrow.

- Aside from having shit stolen, the thieves didn't close the window after themselves and now there's a mouse.

- OMG, BookDepository.co.uk! The 4 TW novels I don't have for less than it would cost me to buy them off the shelf here, except they are not even on the shelf here. Free shipping. Dudes.

- Doing a lot better with the anxiety and making some progress on the house, but this is going to be a slog.

- Rilo Kiley's Accidental Death is such a very odd little song.