n'est pas

I'm alone, not lonely. And I'm depressed. You are depressing me.

I went to Barcelona. I walked around a lot. It was hot. I met Bono(!) at a museum, one of the few places in Europe to have fully embraced the concept of air conditioning. I went to Paris, it was like a giant, alcohol-fueled postcard. I liked hearing everyone speak French. I started smoking, again. I wasn't ready for it to end.
Everything was very expensive. I don't understand how poor students can afford to study abroad. But you all do, don't you. I missed out on something there, apparently.

I will post pictures at some point. In the meantime, I'm busy watching late 70's cocaine murder mysteries.


I call this one, Dear 2004, it's 2pm. Why aren't you at work yet?

Ignore me, I'm bitter. I've actually been working nonstop since the moment I got home.