What a day.

I'm living in Paris for now, taking art history courses at Paris-Sorbonne. I came out of my studio to do my daily jogging. The moment the door shut down behind me, I realized I'd left my key in the room. Plus my mobile (which was normal). I spent the whole day trying literally everything that was imaginable to get the owner's phone number outside of my place, because he had the other key. It's amazing how creative you can be when you're forced to be.

His number was in fact obtainable from the pieces of information that I already had. (It's a long story.) But thanks to idiots at Orange Telecom - they don't know how things work but somehow they get paid for their "work"- I found out at the end of the day that I wasted quite a lot of energy.

Apart from that glitch to the schedule that blew away the golden weekend and that interrupted in mid-progress the completion of a 3-year belated art trade, I guess I'm doing OK.

Goodnight... I think I have to sleep now.