Racing for a quiet life
Having a hard time getting up this morning, I promised myself i would stay home tonight with grozamour et tinamour to recover from last nights out. So many good intentions: taking it easy, eating something healthy, watching a movie (something nice, nothing too stressy), and most of all, being in bed as early as possible.
My brother called to say he would stop by for dinner, then a friend invited me for some kind of weird game where people are running to catch a frezbee (?), another wanted to go to an exhibit, and finally, antoine invited me for a drink with friends.
* all attempts to be a good girl where broken, again *
I finally went see phil spinning records to this small happening outside la place des arts, and later joined antoine and friends for another drink.
I am now home, with hm, 2 upset cats ignoring me, i guess because i wasn’t home the whole week.
Well, some things just never happen as we wish they would. Being a good girl is boring anyway.