i had dinner at the directors house last night. i had fois gras for the first time and have decided to eat it everyday of my life til i die. amazing.
i love the pace of life her. every moment follows the next with no stress or haste. sequential. perhaps i shall "accidentally" miss my flight home.
i feel strange today. like something huge is looking over my shoulder.
oh please dear god do not miss your flight. at least come back and get me.
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