I'm reading an odd one: Hide Me Among The Graves by Tim Powers. Historical fiction? Ghost story? Vampires? I'm not really sure how I feel about it, which is probably why I just took a break from reading to type this. Note to self: ghosts and vampires might not be the answer for insomnia.
It's the middle of the night and I don't have the energy to reach for my headphones, so I'm not listening to anything in particular, but I do have the Queen Of Night aria from The Magic Flute stuck in my head.
I'm wafting all kinds of stuff from earlier today, but I've been mostly wearing Uncle Serge's Bas de Soie. Going to take a shower in an effort to get in a sleepy mode and spray Andy Tauer's Dark Passage.
Freshly scrubbed face, moisturized and serumized. I'm testing something new that promises to give me back my youth. Somehow I doubt I'm helping it by still being awake.
Black yoga pants and a black t-shirt. I'm all glam.
I'm considering a bowl of cereal. I'm up, so I might as well live dangerously.
Bane Of My Existence
Do you even have to ask?
All of a sudden I'm all about pink and orange. Did I just type "pink"? I'm obviously not myself.
The Clarimonde Perfume Project. It's probably the most creative and magnificent writing and perfume collaboration. The fragrances created for it are life-changing. Or at least will change the way many people view perfume.
Other than sleep?
1) FedEx tracking shows that my new iPad 3 is in Newark, about 40 minutes away from here. Why, then, is Friday the estimated delivery date?
2) To the person who found my blog by searching for "Queen Elizabeth nude": I don't even want to know what you were thinking. Ever.
3) LOL is not a word. lol is even worse. Using LOLing as a verb is the worst.
How are you doing? Please share what's on your mind, on your agenda and any cure you have for insomnia.