What a weird night. I dreamt that someone tore us from the warm and loving bosom of the Upper House and made us fly to Mumbai where we met a man who appears when you press a button. And there was cake too. Oh, wait….
But seriously, how else would you describe a night where you slept for three hours as you flew, arrived someplace in the middle of the night, drove at warp speed through strange neighborhoods, were up for several hours, then back to bed for another three hours only to wake up and see this amazing vista:
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| Queen’s Necklace by Day |
