Whenever something goes wrong on this trip, which happens quite a bit, I just say that "Paris hates me". Blame it on Paris. That terrible city and I have a mutual distain for each other. It loves to wreck havoc and I love to curse it. Its gotten me deported, police escorted, sick multiple times, its pushed me down a flight of stairs, broken my luggage, and sent me to a country where I can't even order McDonalds for myself. Paris hates me. And last night, it took away some of my hope. The one thing I was hoping on to keep me going, to get me through the next four months, my little bit of home, Paris took it. And of course, Paris being the cruel mistress that it is, it's forcing us to return in June. Who knows what fate awaits those three days. A lot can happen in three days. Shoot, it only took eight hours to get kicked out of half of Europe. All I really need right now is to not think about next week or next month or how far away June is. I'm shoulder deep into Stage Two and it is not pleasant. Maybe the beach will help...
Also, in an effort to help, a fun little game. Go to Google and search for "(your name) needs", the write down the first ten that it brings up. Some of mine are rather topical:
Katie needs your help
Katie needs IV fluids
Katie needs hula lessons
Katie needs you
Katie needs a blog
Katie needs parenting classes
Katie needs kisses
Katie needs to hit the reset button
Katie needs to work on her posture
Katie needs a new home
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