woke up at noon. flight to india at 3pm (only 16 hours...).......this week is going to blow broccoli chunks (or brussel sprouts or whatever).....have to remember to just gut it out until tuesday night in dubai......
I don't actually care about money or attractiveness.
I think I've been misread. I feel old and tired, and quite bitter, I should say, of seeing everything around being so vain and silly. But I've always felt that way. Simply sometimes it hits me harder.
