I am a bit braindead because i am staying with friends who seem to
think that the best way to see paris is to visit every nightclub ever.

After so long in India, it is more than a bit strange. I have really lost more braincells in the past week than in the entire previous year. It is fun (really, when did i last play that passing ice cubes in the mouth game? summer camp?), but on the way home I find myself engrossed in drunken deliberations about the east-west conflict.

It could be messy.

...

During the day I drag myself out of bed and into various museums to stare,
bleary-eyed, at famous works of art (degas! brilliant, but maybe a
bit creepy with the ballerinas?). I sit in smoky cafes and drink too-stong coffee and watch impossibly stylish Parisiens go about their days.

Today I am going to buy boots: the only purchase I can even marginally justify. I will also stare longingly at the lingerie and perhaps convince myself that this is better value than La Senza in a small-town Canada mall. As if.

Ha! I said As if!

Little pieces of narcissa are coming back to life. It is the cheese, which is still good.

10:37 a.m. - 2004-12-09