At any one time during the day, I'm about 75% likely to look like I'm coming off the wrong side of a bender. How many tights must I ruin before the carnage can end?
And, because Twitter hates me and doesn't want the world to see what I eat, here's what I had for 14 juillet dinner last night. Baguette from Radish, cheese and salami from Bedford Cheese Shop. Cheese knives came out to play. Wine was consumed. Bastille was Day'd.
My next move: stop using my Blackberry camera to record images. It makes everything look like I'm taking picture through a humid fog. Plus I have like, real cameras. And stuff.