Day 22: Marlena v. Computer... computer won... *crowd cheers*

Either have secretly morphed into an 80 year-old who has no idea how to use the internet or the world of technology has a personal vendetta against me. It is one of these two options. There is no in between.

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Really, this is all to say that I have a slight hatred for Eurostar; more so just the website and the difficulty I had in navigating it to yield the train times that I knew existed. Three hours, a clenched fist, and the need to scream later, I had my tickets to...LONDON! I have never been, but by next weekend, I will no longer be able to claim that statement as true. And I get to take a train, which means I get to watch the world speed by as I look out a window. I am so looking forward to this.

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After consuming a literal ton of orange juice and coffee, I felt both that it was time to pee and change position. I had the prospectus to write. Even in the comfort of my own room, the heat penetrated my windows; I sweated while I worked.

Now to the beat of Shots by LMFAO insert: wrote wrote wrote wrote wrote wrote EVERYBODY. I feel like this describes my afternoon perfectly.

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Then there was a much needed Dominos break, but if I am being completely honest, the crust was disappointing. Maybe it was because we got a pizza with more toppings than just cheese. I have to make sure to stick to the classic.

After that I...wrote some more, and then proceeded to fall asleep, very gracefully might I add, with book on face.

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As the evening set in, I went over to friend's and melted into the ground. It was 90 degrees at 9pm. Despicable. This was PRIDE and so we all walked to the Marais after deciding to not pay the cover charge into a club. Exploring the streets, I was the only sober one and, therefore, I was navigating. It was a beautiful night for people watching. The winners (of the most interesting folks from my internal people watching contest) go to these friends/brothers (I could not tell you) who had fur boots, fur hats, and fur speedos that only covered half of their butts. I mean, a classic.

To top it all off, there was this truck that read: "Vivez l'expérience à l'américaine avec Hellmann's" and I leave you with this.