So much to do, and still I wish this day was not. The nice weather hasn't put its mark on me yet. I think I need to admit it: my body misses the pills.

I will paint my nails later. And watch Babel . I will rely on colors and cinematographic art to convince me that beauty does remain.

Last night I realized they would all go away some day. The souls I cherish so. I hope they'll let me know beforehand, and invite me to visit, once in a while.

I might shrink. Or triple my size. I don't know how to eat anymore.