1:40 AM. France.
No more treadmil, stairmaster, elliptical. No more burrittos. Homesick for California, coffee, and carpeting.
It rains. They play jazz. They eat croissants for breakfast. I feel empty empty full. More soon. God knows I'll have time.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
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