I just had to say this somewhere

This week, I had a dream set in the Victorian era, in the parlors of London. In it, I spitefully murdered the actor Hugh Laurie's favorite male prostitute over a dispute about opium trafficking in which I perceived that he (the actor Hugh Laurie) had cheated me out of certain money I was owed for the dope. I was exactly my modern self in the dream, but dark-haired, and prone to hissing, "You don't know who you're dealing with!" 

So: exactly like my normal self but with dark hair.