Je n'irai pas dans les détails (pour la seule et unique raison que je n'en ai pas la force), mais je savais pas que ma job avait la capacité de me brûler à ce point-là. En tk, présentement, je suis m o r t e.

On the ride home I realized that I couldn't remember the story of why the Taj Mahal was built. I have this vague idea that a man had it built for some woman, but other than that, I can't remember the story. When I know I knew it once. Anyways. I have weird thoughts. Especially when I'm that much tired.