Ever since I got back from the UK I've felt vaguely out of sorts, and this feeling is slowly turning into a keen sense of malaise. Today after my film class we got coffee with the professor. As he was talking to us, my mind drifted and I thought, someone ought to walk up to me and punch me in the face.
A moment ago, I tried to plug in an American power strip. It made a loud noise and now the outlet by my desk doesn’t work. Florence isn’t here right now because ‘je ne peux plus le supporter. Je vais devenir folle.’ I think she’s slowly, or not so slowly, going crazy. Somehow, the idea of telling her about the outlet when she comes back seems like a big mistake.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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I busted a power adapter last night trying to get it into one of these outlets.
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