vitriol

Which would be the previous post. But what can you expect from me? I'm lonely, party-free and eating well. I think my husband is coming here soon, and that will be great relief. I'm not sure if I can take a long separation from him... I miss his little sleeping marmot head.

But, maybe the inevitable is coming. If it sucks shit for the next 3 weeks, I'll just pack my bags and go home to France. That's right... that land of sore losers, luckless fools, non-winners of Olympics, referendums, and gosh darnit, just about everything. France is in a bad rut, but I still prefer to be in the sodden twilight of the empire with my lover (yes, the husband again!) than to strut in the bright bourgeois sun of the New World.