Happy New Year.
Only in France. *g*
But, you know, I like that. I want to go back to France, and pretend I can still speak French, and, well, possibly I don't want to be proposed to by random drunk Algerians again, but you know. *sigh* I want to sit in outdoor cafés and bars and drink kir and espresso at midnight, and I want to walk down by the beach at 4am, and I want to get lost going back to our hotel and spend an hour wandering the streets in amused and tired joy.
Happy New Year, everyone. I hope you had a good one. My New Year's Eve, I have to admit, was horribly unenthusiastic, being spent as it was in writing my essay. Which I am just about to do more of; I currently have something-hundred and ninety-five words - I don't know how many hundred, because this screen is so ridiculously fuzzy. But something-hundred and ninety-five, which is at least better than none.
Also, I slept through The Sarah Jane Adventures or whatever it's called. Boo. (I totally and utterly forgot, so really, boo me. *sigh*)
But, you know, I like that. I want to go back to France, and pretend I can still speak French, and, well, possibly I don't want to be proposed to by random drunk Algerians again, but you know. *sigh* I want to sit in outdoor cafés and bars and drink kir and espresso at midnight, and I want to walk down by the beach at 4am, and I want to get lost going back to our hotel and spend an hour wandering the streets in amused and tired joy.
Happy New Year, everyone. I hope you had a good one. My New Year's Eve, I have to admit, was horribly unenthusiastic, being spent as it was in writing my essay. Which I am just about to do more of; I currently have something-hundred and ninety-five words - I don't know how many hundred, because this screen is so ridiculously fuzzy. But something-hundred and ninety-five, which is at least better than none.
Also, I slept through The Sarah Jane Adventures or whatever it's called. Boo. (I totally and utterly forgot, so really, boo me. *sigh*)