So, we are back, I guess, to what people would call normality. (People are stupid, there is no such thing as normality, and even if there is there is no way that what I call normal is the same as you would call normal. Does that make sense?). Work, cat, tea, books, bed. There you have it, nothing more nothing less; just me. Do I find it boring? A bit. But the key to a boring life is to have things to distract you from the fact that your life generally sucks. Books and films is one way to escape life's boring normality. Some choose drugs and alcohol but to be honest with you (who ever you are) I don't have that kind of money, plus the fact that it's not good for you of course. No, I choose a different path. Escaping into my little Emma-bubble of books and dinosaurs, writing and tea drinking madness and sleeping and sometimes a film, is my way of handling a boring life style. Now I'm adding something to my list though. Travel. On October 22nd I'm flying to Paris, the city of romance and culture. There I will meet the love of my life, who'll be waiting for me at the station of Saint Michelle. We're going to stay at the weirdest hotel in Paris, which is only going to add to the fact that we're the weirdest couple in the world. We'll spend our time doing what we love: spend time together. That plus food, museums, drinks, the language, fashion and romance. What more could you possibly ask for?
