Definitely got the blues...

It's about 4am here in grey London, midday Reno time.

Was completely pissing it down when I got to Paris, talk about a pathetic fallacy.

Richie met me at the airport though, which was wonderful. He took me home, bought me champagne and cake, listened to my witterings about the wonder of dust (that must seem so fucking odd to someone who's never been) and then cooked me dinner. We watched Fear and Loathing and at some point I passed out. When I woke up he was gone..

Now feeling very sad indeed.