200% French

Oh deux cent pourcent francais, how I love thee. If nothing else he gives me eye candy and a little rush when our glances meet. At most I will get lucky. Here's to hoping. Yesterday we had a brief moment and I took the opportunity (and the fact that I was feeling cute) to give him a kiss on the cheek. Ah sweet randomness. I like that little thrill.

At this point there isn't much to report, its going to be a quiet weekend with most of the party people up in Whistler and me feeling slightly ill. We bailed on the bar last night but are sure to return there soon.

I'm at that point in the five week program where mentally I realize how fleeting it is but my body and emotional soul have adjusted to this as their 'normal'. This is a dangerous stage, and I'm glad I recognize it since I will be better able to shut it down. I am trying to remain hyper-aware that it is coming to an end very soon (two weeks!) and that frankly, that's a good thing. Like Montreal, one cannot live this lifestyle indefinately, even if the government is paying out for it.

Speaking of the government paying out, I have to mosey on down to the bank to cash my weekly monies. Ah monies. Mis-spelled loveliness in cheque form. How I love thee. Okay, I wish I could say it was the decongestants making me loopy but that would be a lie, I am loopy already. A bientot!