I'd wake up to the tune of "To Dream of Ur," have some vegan breakfast cooked to perfection by some adoring fan, then I'd spend the day appearing at all the hottest venues, enjoying drinks and sights and the stories people would tell, before I finally wind down with a good book about recent archaeological findings and fall asleep again. Such a day, of course, is pure fantasy: I don't have fans, and the powers that be are rather adamant to smearing my name. Before anyone asks, no, Elsie did not leave because of me.
- Someone's smearing your name?
- I'm leaving.