Awh homunculus

LET ME KNOW IF REAL POWER WANTS A MAGAZINE OR SOMETHING

Let me know if real power wants a snog or something

THAT WAS THE PLAN

I want you in my plan

WHO’S THE ONE WEARING A SKIN-TIGHT OUTFIT HERE?

And he looks all the better in it

It starts with me walking home in the dark. I’m already scared. As I walk past the pub on my road (which isn’t actually there in reality) I notice a few drunk guys and one badly dressed woman outside. As I hate people and assume I was about to be mugged I crossed the road and was trying to make myself invisible. Then suddenly I get tapped on my shoulder. I turn around to see Eddie Izzard. In women’s clothing. And this is the conversation that ensues:

me: AHHH It’s you! It’s really you! I’ll going to see you next year!

Eddie: I know, i’m just making the rounds to everyone who is coming so I can meet my audience.

me: AHHHHHHH I’m so excited. 

Eddie: I know. That’s why I came to you first. 

Me: aiunedhvvsxkjsfroxsmaskcvjtusnfosjidf. I have to go tell everyone that I’ve just met Eddie Izzard.

Eddie: Ok see you at the gig.

So when I get home nobody believes me. And I cry. Then I woke up and wondered what the hell is up with my head. Also that conversation sounds awful, why would Eddie or Me say anything like that. 

So yeah a pretty average night.