It was windy all night and still is; the sky is blue, all the clouds scoured away. I’m not a big fan of wind but this beats the grey. Still this somehow feels like limbo. Like, as soon as this stressful week is finished, as soon as all the tests are taken and all the meetings are met and all the business dinners are dined and all the concerts finally played and the weekend with the overtime is over we can get on with our lives again. Life, there’s a concept.

Whine, whine, whine. It boils down to I need a haircut, I think. I get this way when I need a haircut. Haircut and a smoke. Man, I’d kill for a smoke. Well, not kill. But you know, this is like, boy, now I know how an addict must feel.