Meh.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
-Shakespeare, from King John

Now playing : "My Secret Garden" by Depeche Mode. Le sigh.

Sigh. Atrophy.

Still alive. Honest.