Bubbly

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There is something in champers that makes me feel all giggly and happy.
Maybe it’s the bubbles. Or the fact that I had drunk two flutes of the liquid gold on an empty stomach.

I never would have thought that I could get along with automobile geeks but I did. Amazing. I must have absorbed all jargon that the boyfriend always tries to enthusiastically engage me with. Even more surprisingly, someone recognized me from another event and asked if my favourite colour was green. I didn’t know what he was talking about until he reminded me that I was wearing my Topshop green blouse at the previous event, which happened more than a month ago.

And now, reading Haruki Murakami gives me a headache because the plot is so unlike anything I have ever read and the champers has short circuited my attention span. Ay, Kafkaesque, it is.

Goodnight.