Strike again

Students are still on strike, and today so is the tram. I'd be going to Phonetics anyway, except that I saw buildings B and C yesterday evening and sincerely doubt there's a point. So, movies with Mademoiselle Liz. We're seeing Orchestra Seats. Yesterday was kind of a pain in the ass, because I spent almost as much time at the fac as I would have had there been classes. Talked to some of the strikers, and now have slightly more of a clue as to what's going on. They actually do know how lucky they are to have job security at all, and that's why they're fighting to defend it. If I could, I'd be fighting alongside them, because I really do want to move back here some day and I totally get what they're saying.
It is fun to flirt with people on strike, it makes them smile.
Yesterday I broke a bootlace, which required three stores, three euros, and 20 minutes in a checkout line to replace. I also failed to find ricotta anywhere, which made me sad, and my cell minutes blew onto the tram track and had to be daringly retrieved. But it was a good day. Right now I'm rather hungry and I think I'm going to eat and go back to bed until ten or so.
I miss my Shara. . .good to talk to you this morning, punkin.
( nutritional values meme )

Couple of things

~Bleeding. Coping with that. OWWW. If you talk to me you may hear me whine about it. Ouch ouch ouch.
~Everyone in the world should see Fauteuils d'orchestre. Because it's light and sweet and beautiful. And if Cécile de France is gay, someone give her my number, please. I would marry her. She's. . .I just want to cuddle her and kiss her and spoil her and worship the ground she walks on and have crazy amounts of sex. Forever.
~Going through some old emails, I realize: Once upon a time I was a really really good girlfriend. This gives me hope for the future.
~Things of the good: big snuggly blankets, beautiful weather, women singers, Cunt, good friends like Mademoiselle Liz, whole-grain bread, chai, and brownies.