Vol. 1 Issue 29
Even one of my instructors told me that my workload this semester was ridiculous, and this workload has once again reduced my blog writing time. I have a job too, but this job pays for school credits and so is necessary, and this makes it impossible that I will ever not have a ridiculous workload. Not, at least, for many years.
I remember getting really drunk one night in Paris with some
Belgians and an American. I left Paris the next morning, extremely hung-over to
go to Nice in the south of France. Turns out this American guy’s computer got
stolen conveniently around the same time I left Paris. I didn’t steal the
computer, but that didn’t stop the guy from coming to Nice to track me down and
accuse me of stealing it. I actually did run into him in the train station. He
searched my bag, and I guess he was convinced, or at least disheartened enough
to accept that I didn’t steal it because he was pretty non-confrontational.
That’s my story for this week.
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