Yesterday was Friday. I woke up early enough for a morning of tea, yoga/stretching, a leisurely breakfast, and made it out to campus 15 minutes before my class actually started. I love this time of year --- the daily gain of a few minutes of daylight in the morning and afternoon. The Poitevin sky isn't as gloomily grey as Oregon's. Makes me a bit homesick, and my body isn't quite sure how to react to blue skies in February. I managed to fit in a run in the 2 hour break between translation and history. Mix that with a night of heavy drinking, and you've got about the perfect combination for a super sore Caroline.
After classes I came home and napped and listened to The XX for a bit. Drank some tea. Made dinner [veggies, rice, the usual...]. Formulated more solid evening plans than just "make it to the Irish party." Emily and Bryan came over around 8.30, I think? They got here earlier than I'd anticipated.
Wow. So. There's the play-by-play of my yesterday, up until that pesky moment of self-consciousness/awareness showed up. And this is why I am a horrible blogger.
Okay. Back to the mundane:
We hung around my room for a bit. I played some neat new music, Delphic and Chew Lips, which were both surprisingly good.
See. Yeah. I'm horrible at this blog business. Last night I went to a party, talked to a lot of people, got drunk, kept talking to people, went up and down the stairs a few times, "fait des bises" waaay too many times. Sat on the stairs and talked to Max for a long time. That was nice. Walked home, passed out, woke up hung over.
Today I've cleaned my room [seriously the most daily task I have in my life], done laundry, showered, ate some vegetables for "brunch", stretched for a good bit of time, and consumed enough tea to make up for how horridly dehydrated my poor body is after so much rum. Now I'm going to go "faire des soldes" with Lucy, then attack some homework.
Okay. That was a good first try, I think.
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