Le Défecit de l’Attention

Since my parents may read this, it’s probably not wise to admit that I can’t focus on a damn thing lately. Reading for class, which ordinarily sort of goes in one ear and out the other, so to speak, is now almost utterly incomprehensible. Don’t ask me about le structuralisme. I can assure you I don’t know what it is.

But I am still making a valid attempt to profiter from my last days in Paris. I’ve been doing productive things like eating croissants, going to the movies, and wandering the Champs-Elysées in the rain.

It was all very charming and Parisian, but hard-nosed non-romantic that I am, I couldn’t help but bleat incessantly about losing feeling in my hands.

Luckily, I found a cure.

Santé, tout le monde.