Long live our noble Queen god save the Queen

Weird, weird dreams. I’d blame Crystal, but this was all my subconscious.

We flew to England. I went right to a book store, and bought a copy of Breaking Dawn.

I flew all the way to London. You know London; fish, chips, cup o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary Poppins? London!

But at the same time, I’m pretty sure I picked up first edition copies of Harry Potter.

I also had a toaster oven. But it wasn’t a toaster oven. It was an actual oven, just shrunk down to the size of a toaster oven.

But it wasn’t a toaster oven.

Ok, coffee now.