i woke up at 2am last night (this morning?) in a panic because we leave for Paris in 25 days and I have nothing planned.
no idea what we’re doing once we get there.
haven’t contacted a taxi service yet.
nothing.
and i’m writing today.
at Starbucks.
my bum hurts.
it’s too busy to move to a more comfy chair.
i seem to be going through this phase where i begin chapters but don’t finish them.
hm..
what does that mean?
i think it means i’m writing and shouldn’t knock it.
