It's official, I was wasting away in Paris. The blood test apparently proves it. It's full blown anemia ... And my doc says, he can't believe I am still standing up and talking to him ... Are we a little bit dramatic?
I am just happy I was able to finally get answers. I was starting to think I was a crazy hypochondriac.
What I didn't want this week ...
Someone hit my car trying to pass a Big Blue Bus. Changing lane without looking. Now my car is all messed up on the side. I am dealing with it, but not happy about it.
The insurance of the other guy is paying for everything so at least that's going right.
What they dared ... In our faces ...
They canceled Eureka. I know no one is watching [except me and a few thousand other people] but that SyFy shit channel is starting to piss me off. Why should we keep watching anything if they're going to cancel every ass show before it is time? I ask you damn it!
I've actually entertained the idea of canceling my cable subscription when I got back to Paris. I know it's a pretty sick idea [especially knowing me] but there it is, I thought about it.
Where was I yesterday ...
After the car debacle, I promptly got on a plane and flew to Dallas.
Of course, right beside me was this dude who apparently never learned about this really good product called Deodorant. Every time he moved I was gagging. I spent the flight hoping he would fall asleep [or die] whichever came first.
Dallas is a freaking furnace. The heat is insanity from morning to night. But that's only outside. The moment I walked inside any building, I was immediately frozen and thus had to walk around everywhere with my sweater just so that I could put it on and remove it according to where I was.
The construction site for the museum is fantastic. The pictures don't do it justice, it's much better "Live."
Flat facade of the main box.
Formwork for the curved precast facades.
Some guy working on the formwork [unecessary photo label]
It was so hot out there that at the end of the construction site visit I was completely drenched in sweat. My shirt was so wet I had to change my clothes afterwards.
On the way back, the plane was late, they dropped us off on the tarmac and we had to get on buses to go back to the airport exit. What a convoluted cluster fuck.
What I want ...
A better life.
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