as busy as the eastern tradewinds, i stumble over piles and mounds of chocolate mousse and stubborn old shoes. i could remember what i should be doing but instead i focus on what i can do. interactions with people disembodied. learning french could be a good thing.

orangina is delicious, trust me, you should give it a taste if you haven't before. i would like some now. dinner is a timeblock purchased by birth and a great waste of delicious time. but i have to make do with what i can, or else simply mess up the system even more. and no one wants that.

it's time to change lanes and shift gears. and buy a new car. and all that metaphorical jazz.