i needed extra special strength to get through the day and it shows no sign of ending. falling back on every bit of pop-psychology ever sprouted at/ by me doesn't help. tomorrow's going to be just as bad, the day after... same story. not only can i smell trees from a non-holiday from a not happening future, i can also smell the sea from a gone-holiday in the fast fading past.
why wasn't i born paris hilton? i DO have a better taste in dogs.