Greetings from a cybercafé near Place des Abbesses, 18th arrondissement. It's been nearly 72 hours since we checked our e-mail and stuff, so we popped in here. To be honest, it probably wasn't worth it, at least for me, because my inbox contained a message from a prospective employer saying that they had no positions which were a "strong match" for my skills; any RPeeps reading this -- this was what I wanted good vibes about. Thanks anyway. There was another message from a friend relaying info that Slick the Cat is still missing and to please call the mother of the girl who's feeding the other katzen.
Like I needed this info now, or can do anything about it from here. I'm not worried about the cat, really I'm not. So I won't get my dream job. Can't do anything about that from here either. Except maybe shed a tear or two, and I think they are coming so I'll stop writing about that. Moral of story? One can live without e-mail while on vacation.
In my last post I mentioned updating to tell you how sore my legs are from walking up all the steps and hills in Montmartre...well, they are a bit sore, but we are tempering the uphill climbs with metro rides and escalators, so it isn't bad. If I lived here, I'd be in awesome shape! I'm thinking that we might have to go do some retail therapy here to get my mind off the fact that I am a complete loser, according to [that major Internets company that doesn't want to hire me].
Here is some good news, something I thought I would share when the time came: I'm officially weaned off the Zoloft (or would that be Weened off the Z-O-L-O-F-T?) after 13 months on it. Rock!
There you have it. Them's the news from Montmartre. Allan has written a blog entry, too, so clicky on the linky to see what he said.
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