it's funny one can be plunged into existential dispair in a breathless moment or errant glance.

that or the fucking cold is getting to my brain.

but either way, what had been a manic and wild couple of weeks promising equal fun and flirtation in future has suddenly crashed and burned into a wallowing fog even a ripped copy of kelly clarkson cannot disipate.

this happened somewhere between 1 and 3 pm.

it's like i had been looking at the top 10% of my week figuring it was pretty damn good, and then suddenly I glanced at the lower percentile and thought it all a sham and couldn't look away from the carnage.

so here i am in trainers with pizza. you do the math.