The City of Lights

Paris was, for lack of a better word, great. The trip seemed to last for weeks, but in the end I was sad to be leaving. Yet ready to be home in my own bed, eating American food. The city really is as beautiful as everyone says. Surprise. Surprise.

And the good news? The French really aren't as mean as everyone says. The bad news? There really aren't as many berets and skinny mustaches in France as I would have liked. Oh, and the food was not great.

I will go back. I must. Home just seems so "regular" now. It's time to get out and explore. Right after I win the lottery.


Unfortunately, now I have to write a few articles for the class I was taking while over there. The timing could not be worse. As I am in one of those funks where all I want to do is sit around, and watch old episodes of Jon and Kate Plus Eight . . . which really does not compliment my productivity. I realized today, I really have no self-control after my third hour of watching back to back episodes, many of which I had already seen.

Must get better at tearing myself off the couch and turning off the television.