Still alive
am 5 am and I can not sleep. Last night I ate and drank too much, mo 'I'm terrible. In ten days of "vacation" in Italy I could take back the flu. The third time this year that I get sick when I'm home. Some say that it is a purely psychosomatic. Maybe.
Tomorrow I have to wake up again at this insane to take the train back. This short Italian I did well although I was not raised at all the sense of restlessness that I had before leaving. However, I want to come back
chez moi. are days that "spy" programming
Allocine to see what movies are making in the fifth arrondissement. I'm touching the disease, I realize. Also because Monday morning after discovering that Jules et Jim will project a film at 11.30 behind the house I had the temptation to leave early today. Then I thought maybe I was exaggerating. And, anyway, my ticket was not refundable. Better get your soul in peace, in short.
The real news of the week is that Mark sold me his "old" record player. And that, in the attic of my grandmother, I made up a mess of 33 laps of my mother when she was young. Listening to things cool. So, finally, my room in Paris bought the missing piece that will make it perfect. Until the next fad,
bien sur.