Shaken and stirred

Am suspecting I´m still...slightly tipsy. And couldn´t manage to continue sleeping. Big riddle in my life: why, why, why do I always wake up extremely early when hungover? And when I´m not I sleep like I´ve never done anything else.

Feel like five kinds of shit. Must have been the fact that I didn´t eat properly yesterday. And maybe it´s not that smart to have a pitcher of cosmopolitan after a bottle of wine. But it was sooo worth it because we had so much fun and if it weren´t for the fact that today is a workday - we could probably still be chatting about everything and nothing.

It´s a custome movie morning, as the creative genious Anna used to say, you know slightly foggy, rainy, grey. In other words - very british. This season Victoriana-inspired fashion goes perfectly with fall. It´s almost like you´re expecting running into Jack the Ripper or Oliver Twist whenever. Maybe modern versions of them. And thinking of it, you might not want to meet them at all, forget about it, this is only the fabulations of a slightly alcomarinated brain.