In which FHC gives you some news you did not ask for

I spent my first day at the unnamed destination doing a lot of professional thingy, trying to call someone at GW Hospital who must be high on morphine right now and wondering if my lips were chapped because of the tropics or Xanax. I took a few breaks to listen to “F**ck and Run” by Liz Phair and read over and over again Sam King’s four blog entries to learn how to be genuine. On that last item, I made very little progress as you can imagine…well at least I have not hanged out with Mark H. for four days.

Now as my mood evolved a little, I am playing “The Hours” soundtrack and my hotel room is already a mess after only one night with its very dim lighting. And it just feels ô so very melodramatic and lonely that I might very well finish my parasites-filled tea and go to bed. It is not really NYC here, there is not much to do besides getting fatter and we will not let that happen even if we have to confess we are worried.

Comments

[Mark H.]

Fabrice, just because I ran into you at Halo doesn't mean that we "hanged out."

-- YFIC

[bqvirdg]

fdktrraase

[Vilyamot]

Hello! great idea of color of this siyte!