broadcastpoulet

today is very rainy and i have little to say. the clouds move very fast here. grey over white... like someone blowing cigarette smoke across the sky. the wind keeps blowing the doors and windows open. the plants on the balcony look unhappy that they are being thrown about.
i spilled coffee on the table and i have not cleaned it up yet. it is sitting, strewn across a box of chocolate, staring at me. laziness is like the plague.

the best thing about today is that it is my mom's birthday and i am trying to send her telepathic messages of happiness across the water, all the way to chicago. happy birthday maman. je t'aime.