he's going to cook me dinner. a beautiful invite. this is crazy but lovely. i will see where he lives. we will watch bad french soap. it's quite cold today but i can't feel it. i sit, cross-legged, on the bed, in t-shirt and underwear.
i smile. i wonder. i write. i forget.
i've been reading about oulipo today. i'm going in search of douleur exquise later. i'm practicing my french but now my face is tired.
time to eat mushrooms on toast. time to shower. time to write more words.
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