Salut! Je suis encore ici.

It's been a while since I last wrote, not because I've been heartbroken over having been LJBF-ed ("Let's Just Be Friends"-ed), although it has been a tough time for me, but because my PC has very ungraciously and inconsiderately upped and died on me. For about two weeks, I have lived sans internet access, which has been unbearable.

I'm writing because I finally have internet access and the time and energy to write. After a lovely two-hour meal in a cosy brasserie (Chez Flottes) on Rue Cambon, sipping champagne, slurping oysters, and cutting up snails daintily (you're not supposed to cut them up, but that's the only way I can bear to eat them—when it;s not so baldy obvious that they are snails), I write now from the comfort of my room (122) in Le Meurice on Rue de Rivoli, sitting in the gloriously thick and heavy white hotel bathrobe.

There's much that I've been thinking about, want to write about. A mass of confusion within. Random strands of musings, Gordian knots of thoughts.

But that will have to wait for better clarity of mind (more sleep), more time (when I don't have a 6.30am start tomorrow), and the luxury of my own internet acccess again (have succumbed to the naughty impulse and ordered a macbook a couple of days ago).

Bonne nuit!