It wasn't supposed to be this way

If were doing what I'm supposed to be doing, I'd be writing an article about a wonderful fundraising campaign for the mentally disabled in the Czech Republic. Heck, if I was really doing what I'm "supposed" to be doing, I'd either be busting my ass for some arrogant flim producer while trying to scrape together a film carrer, involved in some sort of higher education in the hopes of opening a clinical psychology practice or messing up my hands practicing double bass having made it work as opposed to love. Interesting ideas, however I'm here. Procrastinating here. Being overwhelmed by the scent of mint (someone made tea) and wishing I could leave early and read a book on a picnic blanket on a grassy hill somewhere.

Wow, that sure is a lot of mint I'm smelling. Which is making my head spin, but it as welcome change from the smell of sweaty people that presently pervades the city.

HRH