Back from Paris, and busy again.

I thought I would be less busy when I came home, having been certified to teach English as a foreign language (read: I have my Saturdays back!!). Not so! I'm up to something new! A few somethings, actually.

Remember when I was interviewed by one of my best friends for her MenuPages blog? I'll be writing the odd entry there now - about nine a week, in fact. So check me out there.

I'm looking for any English or French tutoring I can get my grubby paws on. Suggestions? Let me know.

In particular, I need to go back to France without delay. Preferably on a closer to permanent level. Anyone know of a school in France that would help a nice and funny American girl get her EU working papers? Let me know sooner.

Today I...

• Got lost in "Takk..." by Sigur Ros. Especially "Glosoli".
• Froze to death.
• Felt wrath when my friend's compassionate nature was being abused.
• Decided to kill the girl responsible.
• Turned doing nothing into a worktime sport.
• Had the best sandwich of my life.
• Got a soy chai for free.
• Wore the outfit that boosts my self-esteem 10-fold.
• Took a test and maybe didn't fail.
• Hung out with Kate for the first time in ages.
• Got drunk off Guinness at the People's, as it is meant to be.
• Talked to an old man about "Visual Thinking" and Bob Dylan.

Truth be told, the only thing that mattered was that I got to return your smile outside Jordan Hall for the first time in months.

Maybe my priorities are out of order, but I must admit I'm rather enamored of a stranger on the T, and I'm okay with that, in part because in doing so I realized I miss the oboe something awful, and in part because it's about time I felt butterflies in my stomach again.