Sore throat, congestion. Let's face it, I'm sick. Steve got me sick-- he's always the carrier of the virus, and never actually feels it himself enough to call in sick. I hate it. So no sewing today. I have to rest up because tonight Steve promised me we would go to the Sundance FF to stalk movie stars. I love movie stars. I'm hoping to run into James Franco or Dustin Hoffman. I've already rehearsed what I'm going to say to them. Notice how I've rehearsed lesser-known movies so they think I'm really smart:
Oh Dustin! My favorite movie of yours is, of course, The Graduate! But I love John and Mary as well! (all true)
James! You went under such a transformation in Howl! I loved it! (not true-- didn't even see it).
I've also imagined the entire cast of Inception walking on Park City Main Street toward me decked out in their suits, and then I faint or throw up from shock. Steve said if the entire cast of Inception wanted to be pen pals with me, he wouldn't mind. He's so modern and free thinking.
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