romantic interlude My imagination is running away from me at night. I woke up not too long ago from a dream that I was one of Cleopatra's attendants, and Julius Caesar was attempting to get down my pants. Very effectively, I might add. Plus, Caesar was my good friend, Benjamin. Also, the castle was beautiful. Then, Cleopatra's brother/husband's troops invaded and I was trying to escape over a wall to the sea. Why do I even bother to wake up from this shit? |