Last week, my computer broke, Emmanuel finally took his TV back, I had a series of awful finals (literature, history, art history, grammar, written comprehension, oral comprehension and finally yesterday, speaking). But now it's all over, I'm celebrating Thanksgiving tonight, seeing my dad Friday, going to London in a week, Oslo four days after that and then going back to Madison, via Chicago, via Paris. I can't complain too much.


Time to go search this whole city for some cranberries! How is it December already, by the way?

sans toi les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d'autrefois

happy hour at deux moulins is always the first of many wonderful mistakes.

one month from now does not exist

Of course, the lesson is that it is better to try to not be annoyed with your friends, despite their faults and your faults and your combined faults as friends, because life is short and so is the rest of your time in France. Blah blah blah.


Helpful Hint: If depressed, reading the Matthew Shephard Wikipedia won't help. Who would have guessed?