Summer time

So in case you were wondering if I am so bummed out about the French World Cup loss that I've sunk into deep depression and can no longer update the blog... well, that's not the case.

The situation is that I found a job. Sort of. It's a short temp thing, chatting with prostitutes. It's right up my alley. And it keeps me super busy.

Additionally, I've discovered and have become head-over-heels crazy in love (not sure if that's the right term to use but heck, it works for me) and addicted to surfing. I've been going every weekend. Well, except for one weekend when I had pink eye. But despite being knocked over by waves, despite getting liters of salt water up my nose, and despite being completely banged up by the surfboard (people are now asking me if I am experiencing domestic abuse...), I love it. Sun, surf, and sand... no, more like drunken boys with a bungalow in the Rockaways. That's where I am spending my weekends instead of updating this blog.

So surf's up. For now.