Thursday, October 04, 2007

We're in a city for chrissakes

We have killer mosquitos in Manhattan. Although I wake every morning with penny sized raised weals all over my body, until last night I resisted lighting one of those old schol green coil things. Then I was woken at six by a mosquito buzzing literally in front of my nose. So, I caved in, lit it & now my room smells like burning damp shit. Even the combined candle efforts of Jo Malone, Diptique AND Space NK have failed to mask the putrid smell. Somehow it seems part of the scenery in a damp, sandy $4 a night beach shack on Koh Phangan. In my (usually) fragrant bedroom it is almost unbearable.