We´ve run out of coffee. This means that I have to brave the rain, go forth and buy another half-kilo of the lovely beans.

Caffeine, make-up, and tall men. Life´s neccessities.

At home, having coffee.

Speaking of gunpowder: Instant coffee reminds me, always, of Paris.

LJ suggested an interesting group to join. The selling-point was: "Discuss the art of miming, clowning, street performing and more."

Run for the hills!