Last night I went with my friend Lisa to find an adventure. We spent the first part of the night dancing in the metro as we made our way to Odéon. I remember skipping as we left the subway...both listening to our own music, arms linked and laughing. These are the moments I live for! I just got off the phone with my personal favorite Dean and I will be taking him to this bar when he visits from Los Angeles this Spring.
I have been up for days. It's a mixture of jet lag and insomnia. I have averaged less then 4 hours a night since my return to Paris last week. I fear there is no end. Life hurts at the moment. I lay in bed for hours with no real rest. Tonight out of desperation I drank a bottle of wine to knock myself out....that was eight hours ago. I'm sober again. The sun is coming up.