Another slightly fucked up dream

Haha, I love my subconscious. Last night I dreamed I was touring to see concerts, probably Bela B y Los Helmstedt, and was chatting with Wayne and Lula. After one show I was backstage with Bela and Lula, they were sitting in armchairs, while I was sitting on the floor. They were talking about relationships and touring, I don't remember exactly, but at one point Lula said something like "Yes, I was together with this person for a long time (or was it "I was single for a long time"? Can't remember), as she well knows", and she pointed at me, sounding like we were best friends or something. Bela just made a WTF face and said "What? And you talk about that with your groupies?" HAHAHA, I'm a Lula groupie. XD

A propos concerts, I'm going to see Farin's concert in Hamburg next December with Stefano (biggest Farin fanboy in Italy - and it's all MY fault :D) and Elena. Too bad Elena can't find her ticket anymore, she said she may have left it in one of the books she borrowed from the library. WHAT THE FUCK.

And while we're talking about Farin, I became a Farin fan on Facebook yesterday (meh) and today my Gabe-lookalike colleague, who is also on Facebook, asked me "Who is Farin Urlaub?" Oh, if only he knew...

Right, back to work writing Richy/Igor. I wanted this ficlet to be fluffy and smutty, but there's angst creeping in.

PS No, I am NOT going to write a Farin/Arnim fic. Nonononono. >_<