In New Orleans, on a day like today which is every day, the air feels like warm water. In the meantime, cool water feels like a light breeze on your skin.

For some reason these days I have little to say. New York tired me. I find I'm not anywhere as near being able to predict or control my behaviour as I should be. I don't mind retroactively regretting behaviour, but it's a hellish feeling to be behaving badly and knowing it while it is going on and still being unable to stop it. To be trapped in a conversation that only gets worse and worse.

The idea that some people bring out the best in you still holds for me. As much a reflection of them as of me.

Last night at work was a night where people inexplicably liked me. I suppose it's always that night.

New Orleans has taught me to appreciate iced tea, which had previously been a mystery.

How do other girls get their jeans to fit them like that? Mine always degenerate into shapeless sacks within a few weeks. Bah!

For the first time I find myself curious as to who reads this.