Woah

So I had this dream last night that was absolutely nuts. I'm pretty sure it's because of a book I'm reading (Twilight), but it was also a pretty accurate metaphor for my life.

In my dream, everyone that spoke French was a vampire. Being in France, this is somewhat worrisome for me. The thing was, they didn't kill people by biting them and drinking their blood or anything...they'd do it by gathering around someone and speaking very, very fast French at them until they died. I was a little nervous at first about getting talked to death, but as the dream went on, I realized I was more at risk of becoming one of the ...vampires, I guess, than of being attacked. I think that scared me more than the prospect of being killed.

It's kind of cool though that my subconscious is confident enough in my ability to speak French that it thinks I'd sooner be a language vampire than a language victim. Or something like that.

Either way, today is better. I got my laundry done, Tim is helping me with my housing situation, and I'm not stressed out. Here's a cool picture! It's from the gallery that stretches over the river at Chenonceau!
And one more thing...here is a picture of...well...you see...there was this lion statue. And well...

we climbed it :)