3rd. 6 am -ish. (Paris time.)
Slept most of the way. Landed at CDG. Sun still not up.
9:30 am. Gare St. Lazare.
Missed my train to Rouen. By about 2 seconds. Litterally. I watched it...--
Sitting on bags on station floor. Drenched in sweat and freezing cold. Contemplating Judeo-Christian theory of body/soul seperation. My body does not feel very seperated from my soul at the moment. All I feel like is jello, a tired, tired mass of jello.
To Pissy-Poville. With the cousins and the chickens.
Hung out in the slaughter house. Got a lesson in chicken anatomy from Giz as we verbally dissected familial dramas. Helped Jean feed the chicks. Chirp chirp.