Low lying clouds cover the city today. Visibility is a mere 50 meters at best and every creature is hooded and stumbling quickly forwards, towards their destined warmth. At least, this is how I see things after falling down three flights of stairs, landing on my feet, and finally, standing parallel with the people.
Officially, it must be the beginning of the cold season or the dark season. Daylight is leaving and we are replacing it with the heater, the blankets, and too many warm liquids. It is warned against this perilous mixing of warm liquids, cold places and speed. Loic failed to mention the crucial element of speed in transiting between warm liquids and cold places, but it must be essential.
The overhead light in my new office does not add to the romanticism of slaving over an original piece of research aided by an ever-full glass of brandy. So, I searched for the perfect accompaniment for my desk and my liquor fueled writings, but to no avail.
Instead, I came across pickles, gherkins or cornichons.
Nowhere near as exciting as lamps, lights, or lumieres.
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HAIRCUTTERY:
I am so surprised. See how my nostrils flare up to take it extra oxygen so I can sustain a state of excitement. Eyeballs are also enlarged, but this is only one of many adverse reactions to and overdose of oxygen.
The second adverse reaction is
internet addiction. It is real. Fortunately, I am not a sufferer of such a terribly ironic and laughed-at malady. No, I'm just addicted to gum.
Dowap. Diddydiddy. Bang. Bang.