Holly: Listen…you know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul: The mean reds? You mean like the blues?
Holly: No… the blues are because you’re getting fat or because it’s been raining too long. You’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul: Sure.
Holly: When I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump into a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away.
my friday is rapidly turning to bullshit.
maybe because it tried to start at 6 fucking am or maybe because i’ve had a really long, hard week and it’s all the piles of stuff to do are threatening to fall square on my head. work is eating me, home is eating me, life in general is totally eating me.
there’s the prospect of going to see 300 looming on the horizon tonight and i totally couldn’t give a fuck.
also, i don’t have a tiffany’s equivalent.
i should look into that.
