My back still hurts, my head too. And I feel empty. And there is not much to write about emptiness, le sentiment de vide. Empty is just empty. Maybe it's the fact that I have only 4 days of holidays to go and I am not ready yet to settle down into another routine. Perhaps it is because I need changing a lot of things, and I still keep being dragged into this muddy marsh which is a big part of my life. I don't even want anybody to kiss it better. I want to just be. Except for one thing, and that's Haagen-Dasz in Belgian Chocolate. Since I am lacking energy, all the calories inside it will be a good thing. Or perhaps it's PMS. Or that age is catching up on me, secretly. I realise that it's only 5 years before I turn 40. That sounds ancient. And I realise that people have their own lives which they have to live in a Saturday night. My Saturday night is going to be Sex and the City and Haagen Dasz. Especially when there's no sex, no city but just Haagen-Dasz.
Haagen-Dasz... that's the best thing to go for, well, for now at least.
Haagen-Dasz... that's the best thing to go for, well, for now at least.
