I think this dream came from the fact that a couple of friends of mine who just had a baby posted a picture of their new son's mail from the social security administration, indicating that he's received his social security number. Last night I had a dream where I decided I didn't need my SS card anymore so I just tossed it away. I mean, really, how important is it, anyway?
In other news, C has his ring again, and it's the right size this time. I'm feeling better because it was a little nerve wracking waiting (again) for it to be delivered. On the phone last night whenever it was mentioned we had to put them on, because, well, I don't want to wait another three-and-a-half weeks to wear it!
He's coming to the city this weekend, which will be nice. We're going to see Promises, Promises on Broadway, with Kristin Chenoweth (oh yeah, and Sean Hayes, although I'm more interested in KC), which I'm psyched about. This will be the first time where I will really want to go wait after to the show at the stage door and meet an actor. Maybe she'll realize immediately how awesome I am and become my new best friend. I mean, who doesn't need a gay physicist for a best friend?
One can always dream.
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