Robin sent me email last night. Nothing special, just a little cartoon, but it made me want to cry. Everything is making me cry. I made the grave, grave error of re-reading wedding song on my web page, and when I got to the picture of my where my dad signed my autograph album in 6th grade I about lost it. I dreamed about Arthur again last night.
Every day there's a chain reaction of telephone calls.
Except we're all giddy with nerves and have taken to acting out scenes of The Knights of Nee . I burned my throat doing bong hits with my youngest brother before we went to the Oscar party tonight. I was too stoned to do my hair and makeup, so I was wearing a blood red dress with a deathly pale face and Grateful Dead hippie chick hair. Collie said it was okay, since Madonna did it. I'm still pretty high.