
Vintage.
My itching is damn near out of control. My hair is dry and like straw. And when I asked the pharmacist for multi-vitamins, she gave me the ones for seniors. My life is over.
Am now wearing my loud pink hooded Tucson sweatshirt with aplomb. I am sick of seeing BLACK all the time! Besides, I'm old. But I can still see purple.
Parisians smoke A LOT. The creeps upstairs came down and smoked outside my door. I miss smoking. I chose breathing... fair trade?
Still no sun.
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