|Day 26: me and Matty, my favorite |
Scottish barman/wearer of kilts
|Day 27: I hope he hammers his thumb|
Anyway, so the late night (thanks to missing the metro) and the hangover were not the only reasons my morning was unpleasant; apparently someone thought it was a good idea to give this neanderthal a hammer and let him loose in the courtyard of my building every morning at 8 am. I hate him. He's actually hard to see in this picture but it illustrates my point. Why are you out to get me with your banging and drilling, construction man? WHY? I guess normal people have normal jobs and are probably awake by then anyway, they are just jealous of my ability to sleep all day if I wanted to (the grass is always greener on the other side kind of thing...if they only knew about my job).
Speaking of my job, I found my keys, they were in the little red pocket just like I thought. Aren't I clever, figuring that out? What really would have been clever would have been me paying attention to what I was doing with someone else's house keys. Christine did tell me they would be expensive to replace, so I'm glad I don't have to foot that bill. I like feeling competent again.
Oh, and I forgot to add these photos of some urban wildlife (contradiction in terms? perhaps) I found while photographing the deceivingly-named Palais des Congrès the other day:
This was in the little park in the middle of the intersection in front of the building, it's literally an island in the middle of a roundabout they've converted to a miniature park. How in the world did these poor little bunnies get there through all the horrendous traffic? I wonder if they are being put there to make Parisians feel more connected to the "country" they seem to love so much. I kind of felt like I was on one of those private hunting properties, where they stock up on animals just so people can gun them down. Doesn't seem like hunting if you have to bring the animal to you, I thought the point was to go find the animal, but hey, whatever it takes to remind you you're still on top of the food chain. I always liked rabbits, too bad I'm allergic to them and they make my eyes itch. It really makes me sad when I go into pet stores. Maybe I'll try again one day, I know a woman whose allergies seem to just come and go. Maybe mine has hopped off somewhere else.
One last thing: hungoverowls.tumblr.com is my new favorite way to waste free time. Who knew owls made so many hungover faces? The guy who made this blog apparently.