My apartment is seriously cold at night. Note to self: buy a comforter stat. I’m sleeping in a sweatshirt under my winter coat like a homeless person.
Phone woke me up twice. One by Tray at like 2 in the morning talking about coming to Rouen. I was too tired to really remember the conversation but I do recall telling him my apartment is freezing and don’t know where I would put him except for the cold hard floor. I think he said he’s ok with this. I hope the conversation wasn’t long. I’ve been using my “emergency” international phone like whoa. And shit ain’t cheap.
Second time was by my Dad at like 11am. Only I didn’t know it was that late b/c 1. I got woken up at 2 by Tray and then couldn’t fall back asleep till 3 b/c awake Kelly realizes how cold she is and 2. The shutters on my window are so ridiculously good that not only are they automated but they shut out ALL sunlight. It’s like a sensory deprivation chamber up in here when those things are shut all the way.
Needless to say that the fact that I was still sleeping at 11am convinced my parents that I was sick and on my deathbed instead of the rational conclusion normal would reach that I was simply jetlagged. Wasted more minutes convincing them I was alright.
I’m going see Julien today about some things. Namely internet access. I feel so displaced without it.
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