Michel My Belle

It's been a bad day. I woke up with a hangover, couldn't find my keys, couldn't find anything. Once at school, I lost a euro down a drain in the courtyard. Then I was trying to research for an upcoming presentation on abstinence-only education. The facts, speculations, statistics were too overwhelming. My partner Nina let out a victorian sigh, one of those supremely feminine "ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh" kill me exclamations. Just as I was about to put my head down in surrender, Nina goes "this reminds me of Gilmore Girls when Michel says 'I have ennui.' Know what I am talking about?" Through my laughter, I told her I didn't. Why do I mention this? It was a) fucking hilarious and b) broke my bad mood. Everyone is exhausted right now, homesick and America sick, and generally full of ennui. Luckily, life is full of these bizarro conversations. They're the best medicine.