Not to be lost in France for much longer!

Ok, so I haven't written anything in like forever and even when I did it was normally about, like, fictional people or whatever and not so much an account of my year abroad. But still, my french adventure is nearly over! I head back home on Friday.

Only, before that I have this exam. This important exam. Tomorrow. And I really should be frantically trying to get through all of the notes for it right now. As you can probably tell, that is not what I am doing. But there is good reason for that!

Well, actually, there isn't. Unless you count the fact that french family law is boring. And that I'm completely starving to death but I have no food and can't leave the house in case the people who are meant to be shipping my crap back to the UK show up, so I can't go buy something and so that box of dried split peas I bought six months ago because I was far too hungover to shop sensibly is getting worringly enticing. And that I'm FREEZING but have packed all of my hoodies and stuff into the cases awaiting the shipping people. These might not be good reasons, per se, but they do explain a lot.

Also, I need to invest a fair amount of time and energy into Not Thinking about what happens if these mythical shipping people don't show up. Because I have this kind of horrendous record with post, which is pretty inconvenient when it's a pile of very important forms at stake, but positively disasterous when it comes to all of my worldly belongings, y'know? And the intricacies of french divorce just don't grab my attention. So I have no choice but to think about other stuff. You know, like Tim Riggins. Or how awesome the Busted musical will be as soon as my sister and I get off our asses and write it. That sort of thing.

I'm doomed, aren't I?