On dreaming out the wazoo

Couldn't get back to sleep so listened to the BBC. Hypnagogia set in and I conjured up a tale about the Wazoo Tribunal. Turns out there really is (was) one but I'm doing it anyway. It was mistakenly thought to be about deciding to make it legal for women to openly state "give me strength". But it's more about languishing in the pool of unbegun beguines. The Tribunal is the perfect body of collective judgment to address why I always go there when I'm there. This is what I've come up with: the Latin phrase tibi ipsi dic verum To thine self always be true, includes the same words that were told to me 32 years ago by a lush who said "it was written in IPsDC (pronounced ipsidic)". It could've been written in upsy daisy for all I knew about programming languages back then. So, if I'm to be true to myself and I went there, it's still the language of love. I'm locked into Mae West's "too much of a good thing is wonderful".

The Tribunal has reached a verdict and it has dict in it. Yea <3