I feel fine

I have a cold, but I don't really care. I'm living in Paris. Fuck you, I'm in PARIS. It's bizarre for me to be living in a city after doing my suburban and campus routines for so long. Today, I was in a metro car filled to the maximum capacity (thanks to the strike today—yay strikes!) and I felt fine. It was strange, a little weird, but fine. I got out at my stop, I wasn't crushed. I did it. Sure my French really isn't that awesome, but I have 4 months to work on it.

I might only have class Tuesdays and Wednesdays...which is insane. But hopefully an internship and maybe also a part-time job. There are a lot of ads for English teachers, which makes me feel like a governess and thus fabulous. (I go the Fraulein Maria route not quite the Jane Eyre route. I'd prefer Nazis over Berthe, sorry.) On verra, on verra. Ça m'est égal et en fait, ça va.