I set the alarm on my laptop to gently awaken me, at 5am on December 23rd, with Ry Cooder's African Dream. I vowed to close the laptop by 9pm on December 22nd, in order to get enough sleep so that 5am wouldn't arrive like an unwanted telegram. I had a train to catch by 6:40 and didn't want to miss it.
I lay there in the dark, staring into the void. My body wanted to sleep but my mind wouldn't agree. It was time to re-open my laptop and turn to Bertie Wooster for solace and sleep.
Confessions and observations of an American girl in Paris.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
I Admit I'm Powerless Over Neighbor Noise and Ask My Higher Power To Help Me Find A New Apartment
Lately, I've been living my life with earplugs inserted. I wear them so much that I have forgotten they were in and wondered, of a groggy morning, why I couldn't hear myself peeing. Yesterday, I almost stepped into the shower with them. On the days when I don't go to school and stay home to work on my book, I never take the earplugs out.
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