give me some sand. i'll bury my head in it and never get out, except to finish up the rest of the macaroons, the 3 remaining ysl slims and the unread 7/10th of birds without wings.
Sharpened pencils, twisted tongues, dulled wits, tarnished dreams and all that makes a day bearable or unbearable. Depending on the day. But not mondays. Those are uniformly ugly.