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Apparently I shouldn't pick them up, they have a poison on their skin. Yipes.

The concert last night was awesome. We had just as large of an audience as we did on Saturday, and they were rather responsive--we had a few "whoop"-ers in there.

Afterwards, even though I was tired, I went to the Ram's Head (a McMenamin's on 23rd) with a bunch of them. I got a ride all the way home from another chorus member. We got into a philosophical discussion, that mostly went in circles--she believes in the idea that the material world is an illusion created by our egos (how the hell does that work?) whereas I believe the material world is part of the definition of the divine and therefore sacred. I think the idea that it's all an illusion, leads to the idea that spirit is holy but matter is evil. Bleh to that.

Anyway.

Had the freakiest dream last night, that I was sick and late for a chorus concert, but my dad was late picking me up and brought the wrong medicine (I kept telling him, pseudoephedrine keeps me awake and makes me feel weird), and then Dominic Monaghan was in the audience, and all the other singers insisted on telling him I had a crush on him and all that, and I was so embarrassed and tried to hide, and he thought it was funny.

I rarely dream about people I know, and I almost never dream about famous people. He's showed up a handful of times over the past few years, which is a tad odd. I still remember one I had a couple years ago where we were in Victorian clothing for some costume party after dark in a park, and ended up on a park bench making out. Didn't go any further than that though. Damn.

Minor irritation of tear plugs: Major eye crusties every morning.