Goodness, I completely forgot to dash a note last night. Was so tired, succumbed to Lethe and slept for 12 hours. My goodness, what's the world coming to.
Dreamed about art, however. There's something to be said for letting one's consciousness go; inspiration often follows.
But then again, as Mae West so succinctly commented, "Goodness had nothing to do with it, dearie."
