I'm in the weirdest funk. So sleepy, but I can't fall asleep. I eat when I'm not hungry, and I can't stop watching the L Word.
I'm in love with Shane. That's certain. Dreams...hot...
Anyways.
Went to the Marché de St. Michel today. I think it was that. It was either that or the marché de capucins. Either way it was an experience. I guess I can cross that off my list.
Why I am so tired? the sun is out and frolicking. I imagine it dances but it's so huge and far away, we can't tell. It sucked all of the energy out of my this morning.
A man outside is redoing/painting the rooms that are now empty on my floor. He has the most intense light blue eyes. That alone makes him gorgeous. I want to get to know him just because of his eyes. That, and he's been here since about 9am, and it's a saturday. Props to him for not being your typical french person and working on the a weekend. I heard him tell Bubble that he works sundays too.
On the radio that he's listening to though, all you can hear is American music. God France, get your own damn music.