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AUGH.
I have to snap out of it and go and look at microfilms in the place of all horror and terror, the bibliothèque municipale, after fighting my way through huge piles of trash and possibly striking high school students and their parents to get there. Needless to say, I do not want to leave my room. EVER.
Maybe just a little brain transplant? Please? Or even just a personality transplant? Or, you know, courage and a brain and a heart, all of which I seem to be missing right now?
Edit: And a face transplant, or at least a really convincing bag to wear over my head.
Edit again: Got my stuff together for the archives, went downtown, got a delicious trois-fromage panini and a pain au chocolate and ate them, walked back to bus stop, got on bus, came home. The extra stress of strikes on top of having to start preparing to leave for Brittany on top of being nervous about my trip to Brittany on top of having to finish up at the archives on top of having to exercise my pathetic French has undone me for the moment. At least I'm not hungry anymore, and at least I'm not here for a year this time. I now have some idea of the monumental task I'll be facing for the rest of the year as I try and get my shit together enough to be prepared for next year.
I have to snap out of it and go and look at microfilms in the place of all horror and terror, the bibliothèque municipale, after fighting my way through huge piles of trash and possibly striking high school students and their parents to get there. Needless to say, I do not want to leave my room. EVER.
Maybe just a little brain transplant? Please? Or even just a personality transplant? Or, you know, courage and a brain and a heart, all of which I seem to be missing right now?
Edit: And a face transplant, or at least a really convincing bag to wear over my head.
Edit again: Got my stuff together for the archives, went downtown, got a delicious trois-fromage panini and a pain au chocolate and ate them, walked back to bus stop, got on bus, came home. The extra stress of strikes on top of having to start preparing to leave for Brittany on top of being nervous about my trip to Brittany on top of having to finish up at the archives on top of having to exercise my pathetic French has undone me for the moment. At least I'm not hungry anymore, and at least I'm not here for a year this time. I now have some idea of the monumental task I'll be facing for the rest of the year as I try and get my shit together enough to be prepared for next year.