Lame, lame, lame, lame, lame!

France apparently cures me of my long-term illnesses: my random bouts of nausea, stomach issues, etc. (which, by the way, came back when I was home for break, albeit on a much smaller scale), which fools my immune system into thinking that it can go on vacation, and so I am bombarded with head cold after head cold. At least, I was in Grenoble. And if this little sniffle/cough/sneeze thing morphs into something, I'm pretty sure it's going to be the same old routine here.

Anyway, I am clearly bitter about this and so am not going to tell you what I did yesterday. Also, I didn't do anything yesterday except go to class and take a nap to try to stave off aforementioned diseases. So there, I did tell you. Happy?

I love Paris, I promise!