i should be at the gym while waiting for my food but instead i am glued to the tv and sex and the city reruns in my hotel room, rationalizing in my mind that i should not eat too late and if i go to the gym now i will not have time to do what i want online. so here i am trying to do too many things and possibly not achieving much at all by the end of the night.

i am thinking of what color to paint my new apt. i was all set on this idea of a pale robin egg blue up until last week- now that colour just seems a little unfab. perhaps because the weather's cooled down a little and now the light, refreshing flea market look is not as appealing as it was when it was absolutely sweltering. all day and night my mind is just splashing my apt walls with different colours and imagining how it would look with my brand new old sofa.

today in the airport bathroom i was thinking about how we think that no one is ever perfect. so the beautiful girl must be stupid and if not, she must have hidden backne, and if she had a smooth back, she must have stinky feet, and if her feet are fine, maybe she has uneven boobs. but maybe she is perfect and intelligent and simply wonderful and really who gives a shit if she does in fact have stinky feet because even us less perfect humans also probably have stinky morning breath in addition to unfragrant feet. so yes the world is never fair- some people just have it better.