Hmmm....well, I did drink a little last night...

Late this morning, I had a dream that I was Christina Rossetti and that D. G. (who looked nothing like the real Dante Rossetti) gave me this big parcel as a gift. Mark you, this was taking place in present times in my parents' house and I went to my bedroom, which looked like it did when I was 14, and opened it. It was full of those old lady cute-kitten-in-a-watering-can t-shirts and some really cheap, ugly jewlrey, you know, the kind you'd order from Avon 15 years ago? And I was totally delighted by these gifts.

And on top of all of that, I woke up with the Beach Boys' rendition of "Sloop John B" stuck in my head. Who knows?