Like Michel, I am suffering from ennui. Serious ennui. So significant is this ennui that I have not even tried any of my new samples yet, nor did my weird experiment of trying CB I Hate Perfume Black March layered with CB I Hate Perfume Smokey Tobacco Accord today make so much as a dent. I'd try free writing to you all, but (and I'm am in full GG-mode of late) my free-writing tends to turn out like Lorelai's "monkey monkey underpants!" letter. (Don't know it? Follow the link.) Trust me, no one wants that.
No, you'll just have to give me a few more days, dear reader. I'm trying very hard to figure out why I randomly feel blue, but I just don't think putting on Guerlain L’Heure Bleue is going to help. I'm sorry. I love you. I wish I could put together a coherent thought.
Until next we meet, monkey monkey underpants!
