Off The Dole
I guess I’m officially done with my experience of living off the largesse of the Government, as of Monday. That’s right, I”m getting out of the breadline, and back to the world of gainful employment. Assuming I pass my drug test this afternoon (and I see no reason I shouldn’t).
And so, to celebrate, we’re going to France.
OK, not exactly to celebrate, but…yeah. End of March, we will be living it up in the Latin Quarter of Paris for a week. Serene just booked the hotel this morning in fact. Guess I’ll need to add a “Paris” category to this site soon, as ‘m sure there will be some blogging happening, either during or after that little romp.
I’ve bumped a bunch of Godard and Truffaut up my Netflix queue in preparation, but I’m going to need to seriously brush up on my French for the next few weeks. I sometimes surprise myself with how much I remember, but it’s all very rudimentary stuff. I need to actually try to re-learn some verbs so I can manage a little easier.
