Abby and I are back from the land of eating disorders, hooray! While there, I read part of a book by a French dude; I cannot remember the title or the author. It was about a self-obsessed guy with a complicated and boring revenge fantasy about a bottle of wine and one of Sophie Calle's birthday parties. Okay, from I just learned the title and author from the Wikipedia entry, but I don't want to start this entry over. That's his picture though. I like pictures of people smoking. I left the book accidentally on-purpose in my friend's apartment. I bought it because it had a shiny gold cover.
It was warm there. I like the ocean a lot. I am still pale.