As Steven Fry would have put it, I rose today "about the hour most decent people would have thought about one more shot before bed". Went out, bought a magazine and sat down on my balcony with coffe, omelette and croissant. Oh, what a wonderful world. Reflecting over things a little. It's St Patrick's day today. The only thing I know about it is that you're meant to be drinking. A whole lot. Rachel is in Dublin for the weekend to celebrate with her american friends. She thought about going to Amsterdam first but decided not to to, "since there are twenty americans going who've never smoked pot before and I don't wanna deal with that".
After breakfast, time for some splurging in the city. After meeting up Katrin and Louise for coffe I happened to pass by Morgan de toi. So I bought some. Clothes. To be able to afford them I went straight home afterwards to rent out my flat and my new location is now Dustbin 3, just beside the parking at Rue de Marquisats.
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