The Weekend Diary

Saturday: Ever since the lock of our room window broke – almost a year ago – we have been living in half-light. We are lazy and I must do my part in getting the window fixed, meaning, wear Julien’s ears out by repeatedly demanding him to do something about it. Noted. So. It was a sluggish Saturday, because of the sluggish weather. Woke up late, opened the fridge, realised there was no food. Struggled with the idea of going to the grocery to buy food. Ditched the idea and went to McDonald’s for lunch instead. And, after McDonalds, we were too lazy to drive back home that we slept inside our car at the parking lot like hobos. We left because of the shame.

Waited in vain for La Poste to deliver Amazon goodies. Cursed La Poste for not delivering my Amazon goodies. Around dinnertime Karma bit us in the ass: we still had no food.

(What are scientists and inventors doing these days anyways? I demand to know why they still haven’t invented a fridge that automatically replenishes its food stock to save everyone a trip to the goddam grocery store on Saturdays! And while they’re at it they should throw in some effort to finally make the flying cars as well. All for the glory of mankind, people, all for the glory of mankind!)

Sunday: Today was one of those days when Marseille, kissed by the almost-summer sun, exuded charm and grace and seemed to be moron-free. It was probably due to the fact that we were by the “Consulat Road” (a road name I have invented, I am an inventor, yay!) Or maybe it was because we were able to hang out with a really great family. Or maybe it was Stade Velodrome’s very good asphalt for rollerblading (actually, it wasn’t asphalt, but the name escapes me. I could invent a name, but coming up with “Consulat Road” has exhausted my intellectual inventing powers). Add to that a very good mood. And sport. And sitting around talking. And the flowers by the side of the road. And Hazel handing me a pack of Oreos. Or cornering Basti for a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Or a combination of everything.