Flew back to LA on May 10th. It was beautiful, fantastic and absolutely divine.
Tuesday
Got a cold on the plane.
Discovered that my apartment was A-ok except the hard drive for the remote viewing was fried. Bought a new hard drive and set things up with the TV. Hopefully if everything goes according to plan, I can watch TV from Paris again. Got to get re-acquainted with the stupid neighbor who got lazy about taking the trash downstairs and decided to leave it in front of her door for the entire week I was there. Every time I walk to my apartment, I get the smell. Lovely, reminds me of certain areas of Paris.
Wednesday
Went to Santa Monica for the facial, Got a great one. I went there primarly to get my glasses fixed and that's when I noticed that I had forgotten the glasses at home. So, since I had to come back anyway, I decided to set up another appointment (a massage this time) so as not to waste time coming back just for the glasses. Life is hard sometimes.
Thursday
Went to work, got really busy the whole day, ate a burrito, loved it, took a picture of it and sent it to Paris.
Came home to find that my bathroom stunk of cigarette smoke. The fucking neighboor [the trash one] started smoking in the bathroom again and the smoke/smell goes through the medicine cabinet and invades my space. So, I was forced to tape up all the small openings inside of the cabinet. The smell is going away.
Friday
Got a massage, fixed the glasses, did some shopping - loved every minute of it. My phone died so I ran to the store to get a new one. Blackberry Torch. Like it a lot.
Saturday
Realized that my time here was coming to an end, I did not cry about it but I felt very very sad. Watched some SGU to make some space on the DVR, put this image as screen on my new phone.
Sunday
Left for Paris at the end of the day. During the flight, as I was trying to sleep, a woman came over where I was sitting and punched the guy right by me telling him what a motherfucker he was and then she left. Later on she came back again, hit him again and told him that he was an asshole and she would kill him. I have no idea what the hell was going on there. The first time I didn't even realize what was happening and then second time I was as dumbfounded as the first.
I did decide that if she showed up again I would definitely go Krav Maga on her ass. Lucky for her she didn't show up again and thus survived the trip.
Monday
Landed in Paris, moved in the apartment right in the middle of a bunch of noodle restaurants. I think I am going to eat alright during this trip.
Countdown Restart
I've brought all the clocks back to 000. We have a total of 32 days to go. Let's get this shit going.
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