Fri, 6pm: Yay! I’m leaving work! To go have drinks at Rosa Bonheur! Because summer has arrived! Yay!
Fri, 8pm: Man, I’m beat from the week. Get me another sangria?
Fri, 10pm: Really? Wasn’t the scene at Rosa Bonheur better last year? What happened?
Fri 11pm: How depressing. Rosa Bonheur is already passé. And nobody is at La Trinquette or Andy Wahloo. Where are we going to hang out all summer? What is up with Paris??
Sat, 9am: Too early for a work meeting. Wrong day for a work meeting. Why, why??
Sat, 11am: Yay, freedom! Now, I have the whole weekend ahead of me.
Sat, 1pm: Score! I love my new Helmut Lang dress. Especially since it was half off.
Sat, 4pm: Sigh. Why can’t I snap my fingers and have everything written, instead of actually having to sit here at my computer and figure out what to write?
Sat, 5pm: Angst. Writer’s angst.
Sat, 8pm: Excited for the World Cup!
Sat, 8:30pm: U! S! A! U! S! A!
Sat, 8:36pm: Merde. Ghana scored.
Sat, 9:32pm: U! S! A! U! S! A! Looking good!
Sat, 9:45pm: Wow! What a game!
Sat, 10:03pm: Merde. Ghana scored.
Sat, 10:10pm: Wow! What a game!
Sat, 10:30pm: Merde. Ghana won.
Sun, 1am: Drunk, tired, get yourself home. Get yourself to bed.
Sun, 9am: I love the weekends.
Sun, 11:30am: Incredible! Exhilaration! I love this city! I love summer! I love the Velibs! I could bike all day long!
Sun, 12:30: Incredible! Exhilaration! I love this city! I love summer! I love the farmer’s markets! Cherries and nectarines and peonies and rotisserie chicken! Gimme, gimme!
Sun, 2pm: I love the weekends.
Sun, 3pm: So. Tired. Must. Nap.
Sun, 4pm: So. Groggy. But must. Write.
Sun, 5pm: Angst. Writer’s angst.
Sun, 6pm: Lovely. The sun is out. I have eaten well. Summer is here.
Sun, 9pm: Yay. A couple more hours of writing, done. A reward to myself: Crazy Hearts download from iTunes.
Sun, 11pm: That was more depressing than I bargained for. Sigh. Not exactly the high note I was looking to end the weekend on.
Sun, 11:10pm: NO.
NO, NO, NO. Omigod, no! My fucking cap did not just fall out!?
Sun, 11:11pm: Mom, can you pick up the phone?!
Sun, 11:15pm: Why did this happen to me? Why am I living 3600 miles from home?? Why am I alone?? Wtf am I doing?
Sun, 11:20pm: Thank god for good moms. Thank god for my mom.
Sun, 11:25pm: How am I going to find a freakin’ dentist?
Sun, 11:30pm: It’s okay. I will be able to stop crying soon.
Sun, 11:32pm: Wtf am I doing?? Why am I living so far from home?
Sun, 11:40pm: Thank god for friends. Thank god for Mel.
Sun, 11:45pm: Immense gratitude.
Sun, 11:55pm: Immense sadness.
Sun, 11:59pm: Immense loneliness.
Mon, 12:10am: It’s okay. I will get through this.
Mon, 12:20am: Wtf am I doing?? Why am I living so far from home?
Mon, 12:30am: Everything will be okay.
Mon, 12:40am: Wtf am I doing?? Why am I living so far from home?
Mon, 1am: I am so freakin’ tired. Why can’t I sleep?
Mon, 7:30am: Merde. It wasn’t a bad dream.
Mon, 8am: Ohmypuffyeyes.
Mon, 8:01am: Ohmyscarymouth.
Mon, 10am: Thank god Mel’s dentist can see me.
Mon; 10:30am: Did someone drug me? Or is this what could be called an emotional hangover?
Mon, 11am: That’s it? A 20-second procedure to fix 12-hours of personal trauma?
Mon, 11:30am: Thank god. I have all my teeth back, firmly in place.
Mon; 11:50am: Seriously, did someone drug me??
Mon, 1pm: Starving.
Mon, 2pm: Anxiety. Is it safe to eat?
Mon, 2:30pm: Relief. It stayed in.
Mon 3pm: Exhausted.
Mon, 4pm: Clarity. The fog is lifting.
Mon, 5pm: Incredulous. Here’s to a less erratic week.