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So my white week went a little, like they say, "comme ci, comme ca". My french friend Michel turned 25 and he convinced me to go "play some pool with the brittish boys". Well, we ended up at some bowling hall close to Marseilles and had waaay too much beer. It's a miracle I'm alive, really. Because these dudes drive drunk. And by drunk I don't mean tipsy-drunk.

Otherwise I'm feeling really good today. Better than in a long while. Half of my studytime is over and in 5 weeks I'll see my dreamguy again. 30 days to goooo