Edmond Bacot (French, 1814–1875)
I just woke up from a terrible nightmare in which it was Halloween but I had forgotten a costume and was called into work so had to buy a costume rather than make one
Bleghhh I’m still pretty messed up about it
Single malt scotch, red wine and coffee.
Half way through September and it’s 93 degrees Fahrenheit outside today. I complain about this every year, I think I need to move north.
One day I’ll be living an ascetic life high in the alpine of the Olympics, wearing very well knit cardigans and looking down on all of you and laughing.
I feel like shit but at least there is Wilson and Notorious B.I.G.