and super crabby. This is the closest I've come to being homesick. I want my bunbun Gigi and the small comforts of Home. Had an awful metro ride on the way back from Bastille post-Chartres. Metro stopped for ten minutes, then made us all get out at that stop citing technical difficulties. An entire metro train unloaded. Next train was full, we all piled in, baby carriages and all. Suddenly I'm squished in, not even holding a handle, purely kept afloat by the pressure of surrounding cretins in the sardine can that was the metro. Baby starts bawling. Screaming. Domino effect occurs. Like a scene from a comedy, unseen babies from all around start wailing one by one. Horribly sick and miserable, I exited and hurried off to the apartment. Now I'm skyping with Sean and feeling a little less homesick...paul get a skype name...!
aw i miss you guys. ay chihuahua...
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