not really worth it (and yet...)

Oh mon amour, comme la pomme est trop forte, toi aussi, tu souris trop puis tu pleures...et je ne peux rien dire.

yeah. whatever.

it's been one of those days, when rubbish phrases swim around my head and pretend to be meaningful. ugh.

but now it is after midnight, a new morning is sneaking in, quietly, slowly, gracefully-- no, somewhat roughly, jerkily. it seems gentler though i am still holding my judgement. i need more time.

more time? what a ridiculous thing to ask for at 1am. more time to do what? Couche-toi, ma fille. Great deeds of um, computer typing and such. A phone call perhaps.

This is the point where I wonder if this post is really worth it. Probably not.