I Know Two Days to Christmas, But...

I found a Tim Curry album on eBay, and I had to buy it. The album is "Fearless," which was Tim's most popular. My boyfriend actually had a copy of it at one time, but sold it at Vintage Vinyl or set it out in his alley, or something.

I am obsessive-compulsive, in addition to being a collector, and my new quest is for Tim Curry albums. My boyfriend found a copy of Tim's first album, "Read My Lips." Now, I have to find "Simplicity."

I bought some more album frames from Urban Outfitters, as I have some Beatles albums to frame, as well.

I cannot wait to go to Amoeba Music when I come to Los Angeles, this spring. I am going to almost bet that I can finish my record collection there.

(What's up with this stream of consciousness-type writing?)

Check out this dream I had last night:

My sister Lauren was an astronaut getting ready to launch her first shuttle mission. In the meantime at Cape Canaveral, I was harboring a murder suspect, because I was in love with him. My job was to stop the shuttle from launching for some reason. It was bizarre. My criminal-suspect love interest escaped from the military base we were being detained at, so my goal was to escape from the base, too. I remember trying to hide from people, because my love interest and I did not want to be recognized. I am not quite sure, but I think actor Hugh Laurie (House, M.D.) was my love interest in my dream. "House" has not been on for a week, or so and I must be having Hugh Laurie withdrawals.

I swear, if things don't work out with Doug, I am only dating British men from now on.

It must have been a combination of the wine and fudge I had last night, before I went to bed that brought the dream on.