So you don't want to hear about my good day. . .

But I'll tell you anyway. The walk to my exam ce matin was horrible, but afterwards things went better. I have a notebook and my atm card works et je peux utiliser the French keyboard et parler Franglais trés bien. The accents are really easy on this and I may have to get one. ça me rend heureuse.

Tonight or tomorrow we get our placement levels. Wish me bonne chance!

à demain!
Jica

A poem.

And the jealousy eats you up inside
No respite from the teeth sunk in your gut
Smooth flesh torn asunder and entrails all in knots.
You aren't in love at all,
It's just food poisoning.
And you recall the inability to eat
When everything was starting with the first one,
It happens every time you travel.
You aren't in love at all,
You're just ill. Get some water,
Wait a few days, it will subside.
Take a shower and sleep. You aren't in love,
You're in France, and it makes you wonder if you weren't in love, you were
In Mexico, you were in Massachusets, you were unsure,
and not used to being unsure, so you were in love.

Before, food never made you the slightest bit ill.
Then there was love, and the entire year you couldn't eat for pining.
Now you have confused the two completely.
Remember, this is not love, it is hunger.
But if you feed it, it will grow.