Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Thoughts of the day
Something is wrong.
People are smiling at me today.
And not just everyone on our street that I sureptitiously say hello to. It's everyone.
Is there a virus? A plague? Some sort of catastrophic event that made them realize that it's just not that bad?
It's like Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden out here.
Ok you got me.
I drugged them. All of them.
I DRUGGED ALL THE FRENCH PEOPLE SO THAT THEY WOULD SMILE AT ME IN THE BUS.
I would do that, too. I would sneak down to my clandestine, dark and damp lab in the cave (kaaaav) and make some sort of perfume that makes them realize that retirement at 55 and 35 days of vacation just isn't that bad.
Except that the caaaave is busy being full of wine and stinky cheese.