Well, I suppose it could be worse. I could have to live with Louis, a sort of foot-taller, even-more-of-an-intellectual-snob, less greasy version of Dominic whom I met whilst recording.
~sigh~ The whole Nick thing yesterday set both asrana and I off on separate trains of thought about how alone we are and how lucky he is. Then again, I wouldn't want a lover who was coked off his face every night for about ten years. But he says it's worth it just for what came before and afterwards. Having been him for three years now, I think I might have to agree.
Roll on Hedwig!
Three cheers for Rufus Wainwright!