The Spot

It's fun. You should try it!
Today was the best day at work *ever*, because I got to read two [2!] books cover-to-cover, more or less: The Horse And His Boy and Pride and Prejudice. Oh Mr. Darcy, you so dreamy!
My cognition professor, Dr. Levintin, once summarized all Austen novels as the following:

Boy likes girl, but she doesn't know it.
Girl likes boy, but he doesn't know it.
... They find out!

I've probably told that joke before. Nevertheless, the joke, like Austen novels and toast wending machines [paroxyms of laughter] will never get old.
Anyway, today was lovely because it rained and rained and rained and rained, like that time we were supposed to go to the contemporary art museum. Remember? Last week? That was fabulous too.
That's why I'm blogging in my bathing suit: I kept it on to bike home in the rain. That was a lot of fun! It felt like I was going so fast...
I suppose this marks a change from what I think is a good work day. Yes, it's true. Even sand, sun and surf can get old after a month and a half. Actually, I think Paris has more to do with my enjoyment of my job than the job itself. What could be better than sitting in the sun and swimming in the sea?
[lake, whatever, you alliterate smarty-pants].
The answer: doing dishes at your house! Yay dishes! Yay your house!
Boo beach? Apparently so. Which is good, because I was starting to consider doing this for the rest of my life. Now that my job is not heaven on earth, I don't feel so bad about leaving for law.
I love the rain. I love Montreal. I love my life. Is there anything missing?
J'adore l'amour.
Kill me now, it doesn't get any better than this.

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