Oi.
Since coming back From Switzerlad I haven’t been writing much, but having still tons of work and broken bones there’s not much to say really.
I wake up, drink coffee, shoot myself in the leg, start the 1:30 houer trip to go to work (via hopping on crutches and the subway), work, ask my coworkers if please they could get me some food, eat some food, work, start the 1:30 houer trip to go home (via hopping on crutches and the subway), dink a wine, work some more, spend too little time with Zachary, sleep.
The only interesting thing in all of this is that my little sister Anna came to Paris to escape a heartbreak and she was convinced to walk with me while going to work and back. We also spend some other times togeather, but this specific (very hard) trip that we take every morning and every eaving has proven to be very intresting.
While I struggle with physical impediment fatigue and pain, Anna has to deal with her broken heart and her sudden lack of confidence, and while she helps me up and down never ending Metro stairs I listen to her stories and try to give her my 2 “old&wise” cents.
It goes from tears to 100 percent pure comedy.
Like the one time that a cripple started hunting me down asking if he could carry me, and I couldn’t walk faster than him so he kept on sticking to my tail for a good 15minutes being all drool and full of good intentions.
On other news:
Here is a little interview that was done the last time i was vjing. I’m trying to explain things and making little sense. NB. It was 4am and the guy made me go up 4 flights of stairs with crutches + got crooked tooth.
