I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

Ah, what a day!

Beauty and wonder. I am in love.

I couldn't be more pleased. I really, really couldn't be.

Jazz allusions in the center of the wasteland.

I don't think it's possible for me to become any more misanthropic as I am right now.

This is a terrible feeling.

I am at ease and in love and left with the desire to work harder.

Yes! This is what has been missing.

I am cold all over and weak all over and heartbroken all over.

Such is life, they say.

I want to be someone.

Oh God, do I ever.

It's not a bawling or a sobbing. It's not even a trickling or gushing.

It gets as far as welling and then STOPS. As if there is something holding them back.

I always hold myself back.

I keep listening to Josh Groban.

I am not getting anything done.

Curse human evolution, Borrelia borgderferi, and Petit Nicolas.

Je n'aime pas les devoirs. J'aime Josh Groban.

Hmph.