Last night I dreamed that Diamond18 came to my house for a visit. Only it wasn't quite my house, me and my sisters' conjoined bathroom morphed into a conjoined kitchen.
I fear I might have overwhelmed miss Sarah, I kept trying to cook her some food, and show her my music CDs. Then we ran out of food, and under fear of starvation, we dipped into the oooooold stash of sticky nut buns my Dad had been saving for an emergency. They were barely stale. Then Di started crying and told me she wanted to leave, and I woke up.
Sorry, Di.
