Only two words could sum up today; regretfully disheartening.
This can be applied to every facet of my life at the moment. Generally though, I like to think that food can fix everything. Hell, even a few beers. I guess after all the bouncing around, the working, the pretending and gerneral illusion, I am still human. No matter how many coffees I drink, I am still suspended in half life. Tonight, I really wanted an Erdinger Krystal, but alas...all gone.
Not even wearing a shiny, red, spandex leotard has cheered me up.
I think I realised that coffee couldn't fix my day after my espresso tasted, well...dirty from my trusty Ortigia. I guess I did go after the lunch rush.
I would kill for a Hendricks and tonic with fresh cucumber.
Maybe it's time for a hug.